Daisy

She lay on her verandah deck chair in the shade on sunny day
And variegated pittosporum hedge help to keep prying eyes away
And along by bottom of her garden the trains run up and down
And she is known as Daisy the hermit of the town.

She goes out shopping on tuesdays provisions for to buy
And to those who greet her she doesn't smile or even murmur hi
She doesn't have friends or she's never had those who know of her say
She likes her own company best she's always been that way.

Her mother died when she was young when she was just eleven
Three decades back in early june in nineteen sixty seven
Her father raised her on his own he passed on last september
He was a kind and loving man with sadness she remember.

Those who went with her to Primary school and since school going days have known her
Say she never played with other girls she always was a loner
She sat at back of classroom they nicknamed her 'Shy Daisy'
But she was the cleverest in her class and her brain was never lazy.

A spinster in her forties she now lives on a pension
She cherishes her privacy and feels shy of attention
And along by bottom of her garden the trains run up and down
And she is known as Daisy the hermit of the town.