The Unchosen

I watched Carol climb a tree,
She looked down and she called to me,
“If you could see what I can see
You’d forget the world’s a-pine-o.”

I watched William hoe a beet,
I sat down in his favourite seat.
He looked round to smile and greet,
“This whole garden’s mine-o.”

I looked out of a window high
And watched the clouds go sailing by.
“Get back in your hole,” they said to me,
“You’re not one of the gifted free.
Don’t spoil our fun with your wingeing cry
And your blighted, thwarted eye.”

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