For My Many Years

For my many years of living i have little to show
And so little about life i can claim to know
But we learn as we live as the wise one does say
And of life we do learn something new every day

A man from the home of the silver back crow
Of the fields where the rushes in clusters do grow
It was lust of the wander that brought me far south
Of the streams of the dipper and the wily brown trout

To the home of the wallaby and gray kangaroo
And the long billed corella and yellow tailed black cockatoo
And though her wonders are many and her secrets not few
Of Nature every day i do learn something new

Though knowledge like money does not grow on the flags of the street
We learn every day from the people we meet
And the more we do learn the more we realize
That we do know so little this not a surprise

We have been learning from life before we learned how to crawl
Though for one of my years i know little at all
And it is a fact we never stop learning and fact does not lie
For as long as we live until the day we do die.