Coronation Street?

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

Is grief fear?

No-one ever told me grief was fear

Or did they speak but I refused to hear?

Like cancer, blindness, suicide and hat

e The words describe the folk of foreign states. Vigilant and wary as we weep

We feel the loss of God and then our sleep

The world no longer has a solid floor

The foot is hesitant, the head is more.

The rudeness of old friends can hurt like knives

They rush to tell you, you are no-one’s wife.

Though we know we must meet God alone

The status of our soul is overthrown.

And yet we see new visions and new ways

Lying with the worms , as beetles gaze

Now viruses are emigrating

After brexit some people thought there will be no more immigrants

But then we got a lot of immigrants in 2020 in the form of the covid-19 virus. This virus is very cunning. It needs no passport no visa. They don’t need transport nor housing.

You can’t see them or hear them and if you’re unlucky one of them might infect you or your family.

They may come from Europe or they may come from the Far East

Wouldn’t you be glad it was just people who where immigrants?

Without these immigrants we will be very short of doctors and nurses and care workers in general.

The Sick Rose by William Blake | Poetry Foundation

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43682/the-sick-rose

The Sick Rose

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

O Rose thou art sick. 

The invisible worm, 

That flies in the night 

In the howling storm: 

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

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The Sick Rose

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

O Rose thou art sick. 

The invisible worm, 

That flies in the night 

In the howling storm: 

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

More About this Poem

  • Related

Why You Should Stop Being So Hard on Yourself – The New York Times

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/05/22/smarter-living/why-you-should-stop-being-so-hard-on-yourself.html

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For one, blame evolution.

“Our brains equip us with a mechanism to monitor our mind and our behavior,” Dr. Davidson said, so that when we make errors, we are able to notice the mistake. “In order to recover, we first must notice that a mistake has occurred,” he said.

Just noticing that we’ve deviated from our expectations or goals — whether that’s eating too much or not completing a daily to-do list — isn’t necessarily the same thing as degrading ourselves into a shame spiral. In some cases, like when our safety or moral integrity are on the line, it’s crucial that our brains tell us good from bad so that we learn the right lessons from our experiences.

But sometimes, assigning negative value to our experiences and behaviors can “ensnare” us, Dr. Davidson said, into cycles of unhelpful rumination — like when you lie in bed at night needlessly replaying an awkward interaction or repeatedly revisiting that minor