Old Married Couple

While viewing a painting I liked by Paul Klee, A docent-in-training came over to me. Can I ask you some questions, if you wouldn’t mind, About “Old Married Couple,” as she’d been assigned. I told her the woman appeared to berate Her husband, who seemed to accept this as fate. His eyes, closed or downcast, displayed on his face Resignation, as if he’d accepted his place. The trainee, amused, didn’t say I was wrong But her script sang a very much different-type song. The husband was sleeping, the wife, sitting near, Gazed with tenderness - how it was meant to appear. I called to my husband to see what he thought And he gave me the answer that I would have sought. He agreed with my take, all the proof that we’d need That we sure are an “old married couple” indeed.