Council Plans

She worked intently in her garden
The world around her wasn't there
She was so fond of her flowers
The friends she would tend to for hours
What in the world would she do if they were not there?

Surveyors called to show her papers
And maps she couldn't understand
I don't want to say she would mention
They said it was out of the question
Slowly pushing her ball-point pen in her hand

Now what will become of me
Now that they've disposed of me?
The world is too large to hear my small unnoticed plea

Removing all her small possessions
The only thing she ever had
She paused just to look a bit longer
What happens to them she would wonder
Turning round to leave and to pick up her bag

Now what will become of me
Now that they've disposed of me?
The world is too large to hear my small unnoticed plea

Now what will become of me
Now that they've disposed of me?
The world is too large to hear my small unnoticed plea