Sunflower Times

by David Mac

Sunflower, don’t laugh at me

Sunflower, I took you back

so be good

Sunflower, the boys in bars

playing the fruit machines

make too much noise

and it’s Sunday

it’s awful

Sunflower, are you like me?

I am a sunflower too, in a way

But come 12 o’clock noon

I’ll be drunk and full of

red-faced bleak words

hateful as old grey town

derelict abandoned

buildings forlorn
underground…

dying is sad news…
soul news…

So sunflower don’t hate me
don’t be like me
Get out the shade

Stick to what you’re good at