The Museum

Being in the museum with friends,
Admiring all kinds of art,
Fills me with happiness hard to describe;
I wouldn’t quite know where to start.

Of course the Picassos still had their allure,
The Monets alone made quite a show;
Cezanne and Vermeer drew a sizable crowd,
And we felt simply awed by Van Gogh.

Since our friends traveled far we tried ever so hard
To see what else there was to discover,
So we visited mummies and armor and still
There were many things left to uncover.

The New Guinean wing was exotic and strange;
We examined each carving and mask.
And the gift shop enticed us with its bright array –
Was a purchase made? Why even ask?

This was followed by lunch and much more to explore,
But contentedness really transcends
All the art and the food and the touristy spots:
‘Cause the best part was being with friends.

Yes, I loved all the artifacts, paintings, and such;
I really devoured the art.
Yet the wonder and magic would not be the same
Without friends who are close to the heart.