The man, when old, was very fond
of water lilies on a pond.
He often painted this fine view
and kept his variations few.
At times, he chose to add a bridge,
but never any personage.
Some critics who go after facts
maintain he then had cataracts.
Most other lookers do not care
what led to art beyond compare.
If you have any thoughts about this poem, Jane Blanchard would
be pleased to hear them