He Is From The Place

He is from the place of the dark brown weerloo
The birds known to many as yellow tail black cockatoo
The high wooded country from here far away
Where he feels he would be a stranger today
His once dark brown hair it is now silver gray
But for one in his late sixties he looks quite okay
Ten times a grandfather and estranged from his wife
He does not feel unhappy in his single life
He is all too aware that time does not stand still
That in the wooded countryside by the brown hill
The passing of time would have brought change to there
And many of his friends of his younger years like him now live elsewhere
In outer suburbia he feels happy to stay
Far from where he first looked on the bright lamp of day.