The Gallery

In marbled halls of memories

Lurks amongst earthen poverty

Free entrance to the arts within

Hidden vagrants yearn for warmth

I strolled with father hand in hand

Saw classics painted more than grand

Observances I don’t understand

Now aged, I do recall

Once vacant rooms, now full with crowds

All walks of life are welcomed in

Wondering of minds great thoughts expressed

Within this hallowed stage

In awe, meandering, take note

Of masters’ magic brushes stroke

Across each canvas all the while

Time stands, prompting a smile

And as the years must each march on

Shall generations realize

The classic wisdom held within

A painter’s tortured mind