As if the nettle
By the footpath
Has any choice
About where it grows
Whereas I, yes I
I can sit on this bench
Dedicated to Jennifer Nelson
A true ‘Country Woman’
Or I could head off
Back to my car
Then into town
To the pharmacy
Or I could take the risk
And not take the diabetes tablets
Or did you think
I was going for something stronger
Such as did
The young reckless motorcyclist
Whose end came way too early
Such a waste, pointless loss
Whereas I, yes I
I sat on the bough
A little longer
I took no risk at all; no, not a one
