They are golden
They are rare
The darlings of a summer night
I call them the perfect pair

He with his eyes
Her with her hair
God created the immaculate couple
And nothing else would compare

Adam was the boy
Eve was the girl
Wandering freely
Like a glistening pearl

A blueprint of life
The future to behold
No other word could describe these two
That word was simply Gold

The bed still has a niche
An imprint where you lay
I stare at it for hours and hours
It’s a comfort to me that way
Nobody saw you leave
You just slipped out yesterday
A note that seemed so trivial
Explains how you felt that day
Sadness hides in corners
Makes you feel so alone
The receiver hadn’t been lifted
Why didn’t you use the phone
To tell us where you were going
Help us to try and understand
Your head was soaring through the clouds
Without me holding your hand
The bed still has a niche
Where your body used to lie
And now I’m going to stare again
To try and understand why

The beautiful boats
The beautiful boats
Glorious examples
Of wood that floats

The beautiful boats
The beautiful boats
Wonderfully wrapped
In painted coats

The beautiful boats
The beautiful boats
That bob up and down
Like musical notes

Boats on the sea
Boats on the sea
The rich and famous
Are drinking their tea

Boats on the sea
Boats on the sea
Round the coast
For a minimal fee

Boats on the sea
Boats on the sea
A nice little cruise
Lucky old me

In the mirrors I look fat
In the puddles I look thin
I can’t seem to control
The thoughts I’m letting in

I see faces in the flowers
I see faces in the trees
I always go up I always go down
Like waves riding the seas

Mistrust is my nightmare
Mistrust is my only friend
I tell this to my doctor
Upon who I have come to depend

Pills I swallow often
Pills I hate to take
But I need their calming reassurance
Otherwise I’ll just fall and break

I wander down desolate streets that I’ve always known as towns
But now they have become havens for bright yellow helmets and noisy sounds
Gone is the hustle bustle of a lively cosmopolitan afternoon
In its place is the solitary ear shot of a builder humming a tune
A cigarette here and a cigarette there
Crackling laughter filling the air
What is this strange world I find myself in
Where does this madness end and where does it begin
It’s begins with a virus that really is pretty ******
Which has created this unique world that I like to call builder city
God created life and the man created walls
And the men are toiling on when the rich world comes and calls
Scaffolds of metal erected nice and high
As the magic of construction happens loudly under sky
Roadblocks and lights and the lifting of a hand
Halts the nonexistent traffic whilst a visor carries sand
Huddled together, social distancing at its worse
Putting forth life and limb on the line to fill a draining purse
They don’t need your concern or trending pity
Cause they are builders strong and true working in the place I call builder city