A Sad Life

she spent seventy-six years of life
not living her dream
wanting to though

i never wanted to teach she told me
how long did you teach? I asked.
thirty-seven years

What did you want to do?
I wanted to be an artist.
Did you create art during vacations?
No. I was too tired.

Did you do art on weekends?
No. I was depressed.
Now that you are retired, are you doing art?
No. I am blind in one eye.
I cannot do art now.
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