The cold wind cuts into the frozen shoulder; whinge
Steel tipped heels skate over the frozen pond; squeal
All I wanted was to create a Lowry or a Giacometti sculpture
All I wanted was to make a film with subtitles; pan & zoom
The tickets are taken; dispensed, formed into an orderly queue
Smooth groomed hair sits; uneasy beside tic-tac trainer shoes
All I wanted was to paint a picture; a snapshot of ordinary life; ordinarily
All I wanted was to capture the time; in the hospital waiting room; waiting
The cold wind cuts into the frozen north; we sit here quietly, proud
Steel tipped heels skate over the frozen pond; we remember those days of laughter
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