In His Prime Years Jimmy Twohig

Slightly built and athletic to look at and so quick on his feet
In his prime years Jimmy Twohig he was a great athlete
In Irish Athletics his once was a well known face
In the colours of Balydaly he often raced into first place

An All Ireland eight hundred metres track champion when he was at his best
The toast of Annagloor then the pride of Millstreet West
But the one who did run fast then now showing his years in gray
Time leaves it's mark on everyone as some do like to say

A quietly spoken fellow unaffected by conceit
A humbler man than Jimmy one could not wish to meet
Though to himself and Annagloor and Ballydaly great honour he did bring
He did leave it to others his praises for to sing

All we have are the memories of Seasons of the past
In Ballydaly's glory days when Jimmy Twohig did run fast
One famed far from Duhallow, Annagloor and Millstreet Town
As Irish eight hundred metres champion he raced into renown.

What It Has Done To Me

It has been awhile since i was a young man
And i know that i have lived the most of my life span
I am only five years short of three score and ten
And physically on the decline like all ageing men

Going back a few years with three decades in time
And that is awhile since i was in my prime
And though at my best not what you'd call an athlete
The years have left me moving slow on my feet

It is true about time it takes care of us all
And for each one of us there is a final Fall
Like all other life forms the facts do not lie
We are born to live for awhile and to die

In sports i could never claim to be amongst the best
For i was always found to be wanting when put to the test
But nowadays I'm far slower than i once used to be
Time will do to you what it has done to me.

Disrespect

On how we treat others we do have a choice
Like we have control over our tone of voice
For rude and insulting behaviour to pay there's a price
And most do seem drawn to people who are nice
Unless you are a masochist why otherwise pretend
The one who insult you cannot be your friend
You do not need as a pal one who to you is rude
Such type from your inner sanctum you should exclude
You cannot expect any respect if such you do not pay
For it is a thing that does not go one way
Like in all things of life respect you must give to receive
On such a philosophy i do believe
On how you treat others that is up to you
And for the disrespectful similar is their due.

Your Eternal Utopia

You talk of your far paradise in the sky
Where above sunlit valleys winged angels do sing as they fly
And birds sing all year in the pleasant sunshine
Your eternal utopia seems truly divine

You worship the god of your choice every day
And for your eternal salvation do kneel for to pray
Respect to the unseen and unknown you feel happy to pay
I do sort of envy you for your devotional way

Still i'd swap your ideas of heaven for a lingering kiss
And a night of sexual passion with a middle aged miss
A memory to cherish and for to retain
To fantasize on and to visit again

In your life after bodily death with angels you will dwell
Whilst i will be lingering with satan in hell
Deprived of the one earthly joy that served me well
The pen and the paper to write doggerel

The dark clouds of cynicism prevents light from entering my mind
In a sort of a way i do envy your kind
The beauty you visualize i cannot see
With my way of thinking what hope is for me?

Gillard V Ruud

It will happen again as it has often happened before
It is a squabble for power between Gillard and Ruud that and nothing more
For themselves and not for their Country the very aspirational politicians only does care
Something of which i am sure many are aware
Their squabble for power one can well understand
As the Prime Minister of Australia great prestige and power does command
The Opposition Leader Tony Abbott is delighted with it all
What he is hoping for now is that the Government will fall
In a Federal Election the polls have him with a big win
And on his face he wears a self satisfied grin
Like Gillard and Ruud are he is much the same
He too only in politics for the power and the fame
Gillard is favourite Australia's top job to retain
Though Ruud in the near future may challenge her again.

Old Luke

Old Luke said to me back in my life's prime
I made the most of life i had a good time
Made love to many women and drunk lots of beer
I still am quite partial to the pot of cheer

Due to my womanizing ways i was divorced by my ex wife
With her faithful husband she has found some joy in her life
Our only offspring Linda is a grandmum today
Living and married in London from here far away

Time has robbed me of most of my sexual drive
I feel past it for women now at seventy five
Even single women my age seek younger men than me
Physically i'm not the fellow that i used to be

What hair he has left on his head is silver gray
And clearly he has known a far better day
But at the local he downs pots of beer as fast as you'd blink
And men quarter of his age he does easily out-drink.

Des Kelleher

Des Kelleher left Kilmeedy as a young man
And in Australia lived the most of his life span
On his life's fifty ninth year he lived his last night and day
From old Clara Mountain many miles away

Does he have descendants of such cannot say
Only know by Cashman's Hill in St Mary's his last remains lay
To  Kilmeedy a short jog from the Town of Millstreet
To one who is young and lively on his feet

I knew Desmond Kelleher going back in time
When he was a young man and close to his prime
One easy going and likeable and free of conceit
And always a very nice person to meet

From life for us all there's a final release
In St Mary's in Millstreet he now is at peace
One who in life was a pleasure to befriend
In Australia his life's journey came to an end.