Many With This

What we dislike in others in our own selves we see
With this sort of thinking most would disagree
But what is false to you may not be so to me
As we all do see things in our ways differently
The flaws in our personalities we try to disguise
And try to hide them from others eyes
You do feel no kinship in someone with a similar flaw to you
Though many will tell you that this is not true
We all wear a false mask as the wise one does say
And behind it our real self is hidden away
The saying of if you wish to know me come and live with me as a truism remain
The meaning in this it's own self does explain
What i dislike in another is what i dislike in me
Though many with this would never agree.

May Never Again

It may not be by Cashman's Hill my last remains will lay
But that will not bother me then anyway
Since wherever the dead lay their bones are at peace
From living they have had their final release

I may never again climb on old Clara Hill
Or hear the babble of the silver tongued rill
In the fields of Claraghatlea flowing from high Claramore
To the rivers flowing to the Blackwater to the Atlantic shore

I may never more walk through the fields to where the waterways meet
In the green countryside near the Town of Millstreet
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy

Time ever ticks on but old memories remain
Of what used to be but will not be again
For all of us there will be a final Spring
And for every songbird a last song to sing

Perhaps never more on a Spring evening near Millstreet Town
In the quiet of the twilight just after sundown
In a darkening field by old River Finnow
I will hear the soft lowing to her calf of a cow

Or hear the male snipe with his tail feathers make a drumming sound
Above his breeding territory as he flies around
And above the nearby bog so pleasant to hear
The flute like song of the curlew melodious and clear

I feel happy enough in where i am living today
And until my date with life's reaper perhaps here i will stay
Kangaroos, wallabies, echidnas and emus i often does see
And koala dozing or eating gum leaves on branch of a manna gum tree

And such beautiful birds who are living near me
The crimson rosellas i often does see
The magpies and magpie larks who sing all the year
Are birds that i often do see and do hear

And white long billed corellas and yellow tail black cockatoos
The birds known to many as the weerloos
And thornbills, wrens, honeyeaters and silver eyes
Every day in Nature for me some new surprise

An end to my life's journey to me must be near
But like many it is only the fear of death that i do fear
And when life's reaper on my life does have the last say
It may not be by Cashman's Hill my last remains will lay.

Since You Are One

Since you are one who never harms anyone
Your mum and your dad in you raised a good daughter or son
To help others you always go out of your way
And you perform a good deed or two every day

Not seen as one of the successful of the town
Though in words or deeds you never drag others down
Of more people like you are of humanity is in need
Since of a better World to live in for all you help to plant the seed

The town's financially successful many look up to and admire
And just to be like them in their admirers they inspire the desire
On the financial ladder of success they may have climbed far
But they are not as compassionate and kind as you are

Though some wealthy people towards generosity inclined
Having lots of money does not make one more generous and kind
Yet your compassion towards others says more about you
Than their lack of kindness and empathy ever could do

You are not one who stand out in the crowd
But your mum and dad of you ought to feel proud
Since you perform a good deed or two every day
And to help others always go out of your way.

May In Yangery

The sun in the gray sky is hidden away
But the magpies are singing in Yangery today
Their familiar fluting notes floating in the cool breeze
On a weather temperature high of only fifteen degrees
Though Winter is only a few weeks away
The paddocks looking quite green in Yangery in May
The black and white magpies larks singing pee wee
In Yangery them one does often hear and see
A place that has inspired the writers of song, story and rhyme
That was very old even in the Dreamtime
Named in honour of the Yangery tribe an indigenous race
Which was to them home and their tribal place
The sun it is hidden behind clouds of gray
And the magpies are singing in Yangery today.

Of The Moyne Shire

The paddocks  of the Moyne Shire are not always green
In Summer quite bare and brown they often have been
But there is beauty in the Moyne Shire at all times of year
Where the flutes of the magpies one often does hear
Named after the Moyne River that flows into the Pacific near Port Fairy Town
The Moyne shire does have many claims to renown
One of them it is home to the Gundijtmara tribe the south west's first race
To a very old culture their history they can trace
The Moyne Shire for it's coastal beauty is known Worldwide
And it's people of country does take a great pride
To drive around the Moyne Shire it would take three hours or more
As it's fertile lands stretch far inland from the ocean shore
It has been the inspiration of song, story and rhyme
And it was very old even in the Dreamtime.

Migrant Friendships

Has the bond of friendship in you weakened of friends you used to know
Due to the tyranny of distance and years of absence apart from them you seem to grow
To them you have become a memory of a long gone by gone day
One they used to feel close to but from them now lives far away
You ask any migrant of her or his friends of the long ago
And they very well may tell you time to friendship can become a foe
In almost every absent friendship the strong bond does not last
And does not retain the closeness that glued it in the past
The ties to migrant friendships becomes a flickering flame
When the migrant returns and meets an old friend the closeness not the same
That migrants form new friendships in their adopted land
Is something that is natural and not hard to understand
The past bond of migrant friendships as strong does not remain
This does seem rather natural and should not be hard to explain.

Honesty Does Not Always Pay

The hard working and honest people the justice system does fail
Since the World's wealthiest criminals seldom serve time in jail
They run big corporations but of them one can say
That they do not live their lives in an honest and honourable way

The negative effect of their financial deception of the social rank trickles down
To even affect the poorest of the poor surviving in every town
The honest multi nationals and bureaucrats to say the least rare
They are of a rare breed the honest billionaire

Many of them quite deceptive in their criminal way
Since their fair share of taxes they never do pay
It is not by honesty that the good life they live
The people who love to take and take and in return little give

The so called high achieving successful who in their ways are small
So many of them are not good people at all
To use tax loopholes to avoid paying taxes to them not a crime
Far better people than they are in jail serving time

Yet these are the people many of the impressionable admire
And of singing their praises never seem to tire
Honesty does not always pay is how it seems to be
Since so many honest people live in financial poverty