There once was a time when I worked here,
planting and weeding throughout the year.
I knew ev’ry corner of this place,
I knew ev’ry plant and ev’ry face.
Throughout my time and all the seasons,
summer heatwaves and winters freezin’.
Through times so busy, I’d not keep up,
and other times over coffee cup.
I miss the outdoors, I miss my friends
But as with all things, there is an end,
With pension to pay for my food and rent,
in my retirement, I am content.