The Plot Dignity

There’s a man you’ll meet, in our street
He’s been a worker for a company
Over twenty years
 
No longer takes lip of nobody
People trashing each other
Puts it in a bag
And tries not to mutter
 
His wife packs lunch daily
His children call him Daddy
He never lets on
But he knows “this is the new me”
 
He’ll let you know a secret, about the money in his kitty
Was going to buy a plot, and call her Dignity
 
And I’ll stay here on the West Coast
No more cities or towns
I’ll be on my holidays
They’ll be doing their rounds
They’ll ask me how I got her; I’ll say we started again
They’ll say isn’t she pretty that plot called Dignity
 
And I’m telling this story
In a faraway scene
Sipping sundowners
And reading the stars
And I’m thinking about home and all that means
And a place in the winter at Dignity
 
And I’ll stay here on the West Coast
No more cities or towns
I’ll be on my holidays
They’ll be doing their rounds
They’ll ask me how I got her; I’ll say we started again,
They’ll say isn’t she pretty, that plot called Dignity