Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
Scattered in the garden under a cold sky
Pockets of primrose, bunched up and brave;
Leafless in late March the tree...
The jobs, the seasons, come and go;
It’s sunny, raining, years go by.
You do not age and seem to grow...
