Frida Kahlo did wander along, This rigid existence, Life and life, Sadly, not so long, Will this be the future? The Age Of Aquarius, Same life as set? Who knows, as Frida Kahlo does wander along, No eye for the standard, Look here and there, A view of a different World, For Frida cares not for the standard, In this World, A Master? A Chef? A one who cleans your windows, Life is ahead, for Frida to live, I wonder how Frida was lifted, Into abduction, As one who escaped, As all the artists are in this Cult led world, Hidden, suffering, achieving, Then Fame at last, Sadly I've passed, Say many an artist, Abducted, and born again, In this World, Maybe in sleep, Maybe they know, Though who they are, Is always known, Family disappeared, And reincarnated in this World, So Frida Kahlo, does wander along, Bright and fresh Autumn morning, As leaves elsewhere fall, Along Worthing seafront, In this World, And seen by a Spiritualist, He feels Fridas Spirit, Is this Frida, Wandering along, Appearance, hints of personality, approach and view of the World, Frida Kahlo, In this World. James.