Wallflower

Why can't I be beautiful?
Why do I have to stand
around the edge of the dancing crowd

just listening to the band?

I want a boy to dance with,

somebody tall and smart,

somebody who wants me for myself,

my body and my heart.

I can give someone so much love

but never get the chance.

Because I'm fat and plain and dull

I don't get asked to dance.

Surely someone will see my soul

is brighter than my face.

Life is short. I may not win

but I want to join the race.

Wisdom not wealth was what I wanted.

Status and fame were not for me.

Now I can see it makes no difference -

they're all just forms of vanity.

 The first miracle is that the Universe exists.

The second that the Earth is so alive.

the third is Mankind.

The fourth will be if the second can survive the third.

Cultural tradition

When weeding beans he works too fast

and by mistake he cuts some down,

the farmhand's annoyance doesn't last

when dissipated by the sound

echoing down the centuries

(as long as there's no gentry round)

by Anglo-Saxon peasantries -

Oh, fuck !

Today from my high plebeian seat

the air is threaded by busy birds.

While many mammals are still asleep,

the sentinel magpies man the alerts

on the topmost twigs of the dormant trees.

As cruising seagulls glide nearby,

jackdaws in squadrons on spitfire wings

dance in circles till roosting high

they fill the air with their chatterings.

Sky turtle pigeons are sawing the sky

then resting to float like toy paper planes

creased by some little boy. The day

fades to dusk as the Spring sunshine wanes.

It's beginning to get too cold to stay.

Home ! where the little birds huddle the lanes.