Smile
Eyes of bigger fortunes
Trails blazed
In longer grass
Meanwhile
Cries of doubt are past
Held now steady
Here in working class
Stiles
And cucumber sandwiches
Picnics, pitchers and jeroboams
Of blackcurrant and lemonade
Meanwhile
Survivors of lives which endure
Fair now ready
Where our good times last
Trials
Weights and tribulations
Of bigger nations
In time of famine, or fast
Meanwhile
Those eyes
On wider fortunes frown
In a round and stronger glass