I miss my garden living in a flat
Sowing seeds in the springtime and all that
Waving to neighbots ober garden gate
Hearing a blackbird singing to his mate
Mowing th lawn, pruning trees and more
But putting out trash, that I did abhor!
Hanging washing on line was hers to do
Worst job of all was cleaning up dogs poo
Now living in apartment chores all gone
To describe it well I call it "Vive Bon"
All is shiney new no squeaking rusty gate
Just wish I still had my wife, my dear mate
Chores are sparse except th spring flower pot
No pesky insects or even flies too swat
Wear what clothes I like even rumpled shawl
For what I do others care not at all
The sense of loss and yearning is so strong in this poem - perhaps people do care but are just unseen
ReplyDeleteI think Jae is right: Someone somewhere always cares for us in our grief and solitude.
ReplyDeletePerks both ways! Growing older does really change things for us.
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