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