In a Museum
In a museum I no longer care
To read what they write on the wall.
I look at the art, check the names and the dates
And don’t need much more info at all.
I don’t want to listen to audio guides
Explaining the backgrounds of works.
Just having the time for some gallery strolls
Is the best of retirement’s perks.
As I’ve gotten older, my patience is thin
So historical facts make me bored,
But the chance to see paintings and sculpture to me
Is enough of a lovely reward.
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