What is that Joe 

It is framed copy of a poem 

Did you write it 

No it is not mine 

May I look 

John Keegan I cannot say that I have heard of him

He was a Irish ballard-writer 

Was he famous 

No 

He came from a very poor background 

Yet he started writing verses at a young age although he lived as peasant 

But in later life weakened by harshness of the Great Famine he sadly died in poverty

Did he die young 

He never made forty 

How sad 

Was he published 

Yes 

What a waste 

At the time of his death John was preparing a collected edition of his poems

Which of course never appeared 

Was that the reason Josie popped around yesterday 

Yes she asked me to arrange this 

That was sweet of you 

It is a gift for Elena as she flies in on Saturday

Both Cora and Josie wanted something poetical 

So I thought that this would be fun 

I look forward to meeting her 

She is very like Cora 

Then I am in for a treat 

Joe would you frame this for me 

What are they 

Just some notes I made about a Chinese proverb 

Read it to me 

I was so poor that I could not afford shoes 

This made me unhappy as I was desperate for love 

Then I found a beggar who had lost his legs in an accident 

You never cease to amaze me Sephine 

Really 

Yes 

Will you frame these pathetic pieces of paper 

It will be my pleasure 

I will hang it in my office 

Do you ever frame your poems 

No 

Why 

I have not really thought about it 

Occasionally I will paint a poem 

Paint a poem 

Yes 

That is a new one on me 

I am no artist 

But they make nice gifts 

Sell them Joe 

No that would spoil the enjoyment 

There is something organic about painting poems