It Seems A Shame Poem by Jez Inglis

It seems a shame to hang myself,
On a day so bright and blue,
With celandines flowering in the woods:
Their blooms, the yellowest hue;
While anemones light the forest floor,
And tree-buds burst above,
Where birds do mate, and sweetly sing
Their Springtime songs of love;
And daffodils wave upon the bank,
Where Fox and Badger thrive.
It feels immoral to be sad
With Nature so alive.
It must be wrong to think of death
In this blessed woodland plot;
And it seems a shame to hang myself,
But what choice have I got?