in Hampton Bays
Now in my old age, I decided to sell my loyal cavalier for
the price I thought I would be satisfied with. So I took it to a
famous art auction gallery in New York City. There I discovered
the devastating fact that my financial backer, my protector, my
strong stalwart cavalier, was a forgery!
And all my hopes and dreams were built on a bed of sand.
Now, that was a `what if…’ I never expected. But my sweet
adoring wife reminded me that: `what if… we didn’t have the
painting, we would never have taken all those financial risks and
we would have wound up with nothing…now go to sleep.’
I did, and felt better in the morning, and from then on.
However, every once in awhile, I silently muse … what if it
were real? W-O-W!”’