Museum Security Guard

Unfortunate events have led me to this chair.

Sitting surveying tourists who've come from everywhere.

Ready and waiting for a child, sick of walking and ready to play,

To reach his sticky fingers out to touch a Monet.

I must not allow my brain to wander too far,

Or else my attention will be split between secruity and art. 

To let my eyese linger is to be incaptured in a painting

when I should be watching vigilantly as others do the same thing.

As you lose yourself in Dahli's O'Keefe's and Van Gogh's,

I am forced to remain alert, instead of enjoying the show.

Is it unfair that I must here? Alone, yet surrounded,

by glorious artwork and people awe-inspired and dumbfounded?

Or is it just, my undesired, isolated throne?

Because it allows brilliance and excellence to be shown.

Author's Note

Don't think it's done yet but could use feedback!!

Reviews

[sonnie ibadah]

i like the imagery. well penned!