Unpainted Canvas Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Unpainted Canvas

The insurance man was young and so closely shaved
it looked so naked, and I had to look away,
His face waswhite like a blank canvas that had
still to be painted on by time.
When signing papers he had to use reading glasses
which made him look older.
He was incredibly kind I had an attack of lumbago
and he helped me up from my chair standing up
I`m pain-free, but I can`t stay up all day.
Back to my old self I opened the door bid him well
and we parted as friends.