We Are What We Are

To our self appointed judges i may be a never do well
A knockabout fellow who pens doggerel
Since with the town's wealthy i cannot afford to wine and dine
But their ratings of me is their business not mine

I cannot say i have been there and done that
Though i have worked on a pipeline in Buninyong near Ballarat
And in the Yarra Ranges i have worked on travel towers lopping tall trees
In weather temperatures of varying degrees

By Mushera Mountain above Millstreet Town
In all sorts of weather i cut pine trees down
But this is going back many Seasons ago
Before time eventually became my foe

The opportunities of a better education i did not seize
Any of the jobs i worked in did not need uni degrees
But to me now it does not matter anyway
Since physically i have known a far better day

I used to daydream that i might be a poet
A fellow seen as worthy of literary note
But daydreams are just that and seldom come true
What we receive from life suppose is our due

I have lived for six decades and seven years in time quite a span
And far north of where i now live i grew into a man
We are what we are with that would you agree?
And a Claraghatlea fellow is all i can be.