When we have no garden and no fields
A simple Daisy makes one feel quite pleased
Daisy chains are luxuries to the poor
That wreck the rich man’s lawns spiteful flowers.
A dandelion in Salford brings the bees.
A pigeon gazes on in disbelief.
A child walks by with chips in reddened hands
The cat waits on the doorstep like a friend.
Down the street comes mother with her key.
She’s smiling sympathetically on me