Locked out of my house

Locked out of my house
It’s A Saturday
Been looking at houses
Something to see
With my sad legs
It’s not easy for me
But the suns out this morning
And in Ashridge I be

Watching couples with hounds
Park up and go
The trees in the background
A grassy hollow
The dog bounding this way
And that way I see
Ashridge resplendent
In pure harmony
Looking about at the bracken now gold
The tousle of branches
Leaflessly sold

All shades of green
Swaying away
A demeanour of overcast
This Saturday
It’s ever changeable
A bit like my mood
With pain in my hips
That seems to exude

I am in the wrong most of the time
To be dead isn’t so
bad
Having to climb
out of morose
into some sort of joy
Is a heck of journey
For me to employ