Champagne,Vintage and Pink,
spilt,sipped and wasted,
Caviar,Russian and fresh,
unlike ever tasted.
Long evening gowns and tux,
painted faces,playing band,
dancing couples and still faces
stare enviously at my masterpieces.
Rembrandt,Monet,they adorn
the walls along with Van Gogh,
some of the finer offerings in life,
in quantity displayed for pomp and show.
Once they left I stood alone,
afore the collector's pieces few,
in the quiet of the night,
for my stealthy,private view...
Faces disfigured,Sun resembling smiley,
mud house,painted ghastly and gaudy,
a boy holding the hands of his parents,
who smile despite their wiry hair and body!
Stuck to his bedroom door by my 5 year old,
some things in life weigh more than gold...
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