I wandered lonely as a cloud, <br />Into the kitchen where I saw <br />My flowers looking none too proud; <br />Especially my daffodils. <br />In their little pot they sag <br />Upon the crowded window sill. <br /> <br />Sufficient water they've not had, <br />Nor potting out into more dirt. <br />My treatment of them is so bad <br />It's a wonder they have not been kilt. <br />Could be they'd thrive with more attention, <br />But a drop of water's all their gettin'. <br /> <br />Were I as rich as Wordsworth was, <br />I too could wander cross the land, <br />Spend out my time for no great cause, <br />And live in some place much more grand. <br />My plants I'd treat with loving care - <br />Or would I merely sit and stare?<br /><br />Stephen Wylie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daffodils-revisited/
