Abandoned Back Garden

Abandoned back garden, the lawn grass is tall Rose bushes has grown much too high The line of the cracked slabs narrow and small No one’s around to tell why Front door is wide open, and the windows as well The table is set for the meal Dishes and cutlery silver look swell But spider’s web doesn’t appeal Wormwood and ivies of several layers Almost conceal the brick walls Nature triumphs over man’s work and prayers Over his thoughts and recalls Man is destined for changes, he builds and destroys Once he rests, before evening’s treat But there she comes on her pale Rolls-Royce Pale horses she deems obsolete.