Herman Singh, AKA Bob Fitch, from his page Singh's TEEN

The sifter sieve gave way let go,
Listen mate,
Hold me when I'm down,
Believe me , people are false ,
I once thought of roses,
In Bunches on my way home,
And the smile I'd get in return,
But I promised,
And fortune failed to knock,
Maybe we never had a door,
Don't take out the blame on me,
Help me in the garden,
Let's plant our roses,
I'll give you in loads,
Listen , only once.

(c) 2019 Herman Singh