In the view from where I sit, light pours in from one side; Shapes and shadows, living plants, with books and table, patterned wall,

The foundations of our lives were cast in infancy, from birth and childhood, nurturing and knowing,

It's my job today to peel potatoes, the least liked of all unpopular chores,

An oldish lady, grey and, bent, walks her bent and grey old dog,

When our fellow human beings start to ail, and fail, and fall,