I CAN BURY A LOT OF PROBLEMS THERE

At my doorway

At the back

Really blooming

You may ask

And I may say

In some delay

I never had much

Now i have something

Nothing but

Flowing with it

Well let's roll

Finally one more chance

For success

Indeed takes care

No regrets

We are a small house

Running wild

On the jog

Why oh Why oh Why 

I must go

I am dancing

I am singing

I am floating

In a garden

In Words Words Words

Words Words Words

At the back

I can plant

A lot of my problems

So nice there

It's a right nice one

Will come up

I will see in deep

On someday

On Sunday

Just smelling great

Ah, my poem

Returning 

At my doorway

At the back

Really blooming