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.
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