the roses are waiting
but I can not
and Gunsel can’t either
so full of cravings
my peace, her time
we seem to get neither


alas, we have tried
our best and our worst
to make this a living
the moment has come
we’re raising a toast
our jobs up we’re giving

don’t pity us, reader
don’t even try
to make this last longer
our jobs are dead
our heads are down
but our will just got stronger

we’ll pick up the brushes
we’ll handle the tills
the shelves we shall fill if we have to
so, no more debating!
at Waitrose (no-frills)
the roses are waiting