The Flowers In My Neighbour's Garden Poem by Mark Heathcote

I come to see the flowers in my neighbour's garden
They're so pretty and superficially, beautiful
I look and don't know what to say to them, again
My cheeks are flushed, from gazing at angels in heaven.
And the world is in such a damn silly rush
Oh I've gone another day with nothing much to say
My neighbour's daughters they're like noisy swallows
They'll be migrating on, soon one day.
So what does a shy freckled teenage boy do or say
Should I have shaved my head and gone Mohican?
Just-to-turn their heads should I have waved
Gestured I wanted to be more than friends today
Soon it'll be winter, and they'll all be, blown away
Four ways to the corner of the earth,
And I'm sure to be here still looking on
-My neighbour's garden, where every flower is gone.