Flowers On A Broken Wall Poem by Mark Heathcote

Flowers on a broken wall
are the emblems of us all?
they shine so high
and pilfer low
with the tears of others
whilst they grow
buildings holler work!
Toil in the dirt
tomorrows always flowering
sleep is always clamouring
like a climbing rose.

This is-the-way
the daylight gardener knows
watching the robin
through his red scarlet robes
scrambling for worms
like a whirlwind-hungry cyclone
in a jostle of comings and goings
this is-the-way
we travel to work
this is-the-way
we travel home
sitting on busses blissfully alone
like the fading wallflower of sunset gold
watching ourselves grow old.