She stood there and stared at the masterpiece
A thing of beauty, they had said
It will make you wonder, they had said
You may cry, they had said
‘It will bring you peace, a sense of tranquility.’
So she stood there and she stared real hard
Waiting for those feelings to come
To make her forget everything else
And just be lost in the ‘beauty’.
For a long time she looked
But she did not feel anything
Not the peace, not the tranquility
Nothing at all.
It was a pretty painting, for sure
But it was not life changing
It was not a turning point
It was not even the four-leafed-clover type.
So what was it?
It was not a masterpiece
It was a lovely thing
Something that someone may have created
With a simple idea in mind
And then people made it a big deal
And made it worth a million dollars
But it was worth something else
Something closer home