An Afternoon At The Art Museum
An afternoon spent at the art museum
When we only had one kid and he was in school
Wandering around the free section
We were both in one of our periodic times
When we tried to watch the money
We walked around looking at the paintings
You would crowd in on them
Admiring the brush strokes
The places where the paint was glopped on with a knife
Or plastered on with a trowel
I would stand back and look at the whole picture
Admiring the colors and the lines
You wanted to paint more than I did
We bought you an easel and some canvases
And some paints
But you rarely got to use them
I liked what you produced
You didn’t
So goes the world
We meandered downstairs
To the historical exhibits
Where old pianos and old sofas
Sat on old carpets
There were no barricades
There were no velvet ropes
I walked right up to the piano
You stayed off the carpet and said I should too
After all, they’re antiques
I wanted to hear the piano
But didn’t dare touch the key
I wrote a song on a piano once
No words, just a pleasant little ditty
You said I have talent
So goes the world
In the twilight of our time
When I remember things
Sometimes these are the things I remember
Things that seem insignificant at the time
But they mean so much later
Thank you
Thank you very much
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