I have a beautiful garden but I know that it will decay
Just as my beloved country is decaying before my eyes
This saddens me as I am aware of the reasons why
What are you doing Joe
Writing a poem about the decay that surrounds us all
Is it the usual pretentious crap
Not really Josie
It comes from my heart
You have no heart Joe
And let me guess your final line is in poor French
Le jardin qui se dégrade