Like the Mona Lisa

Where's he going with that chair

His legs are strong his arms are bare

Has he come back from the beach

For me that journey’s out of reach

It’s not a beach chair, much too strong

I couldn’t sit in it for long

Strange the things you see outside

As I sit here with my window wide

Confined to bed, can hardly walk

I wish he’d stop just for a talk

But he’s on a job, a real mission

Cannot stop without permission

I’ll have to wait another day

To hear a passing stranger say

Hello! Good day, how are you?

Can I pop in and share a brew?

If he turns and looks, I’ll wave

Don’t do that don’t misbehave

Like the Mona Lisa it’s my game

To stay a mystery in the frame