Looking through my window
Is what I need to do
I need to sort my garden out
It looks like me and you
The birds have flown they won’t come
back
The plants have bowed and died
The bushes are all over grown
Blocking out the sky
The lawn is brown it holds a frown
It’s etched across its face
It’s looking back on fonder times
That will not be replaced
The soil is cracked it’s life force gone
Potential all bereft
The promises of future life it’s seems
Got up and left
We’re once was sun and so much fun
Is now just cold and damp
It reaches deep inside my soul
Causing my heart to cramp
I draw the curtains turn away
I’ll leave this for another day
I need to sort my garden out
It’s feeling just like me .