She lived and loved and laughed and left

When I am an old woman I shall wear old clothes and wield a paintbrush all day long. I shall spend my pension on canvas, paints and inks and say I’ve no money for bread. When someone rings I shall say sorry, I’m busy producing my Kandinsky copy and put the phone down on my callers. I will throw my all into Italian landscapes, still-lifes and nudes, swirling oils, acrylics, watercolours and pastels around with abandon. And who knows, I may sell one or two and swell with pride when people boast and say ‘I’ve got a Proctor on my wall’. Meanwhile my friends I must keep sweet, so time and money must be found to feed them and keep them happy when they come to stay......but they will know that as soon as they depart.. back to my art I will surely go....