It Is Not Everything

For to be wealthy and famous so many desire
To be looked up to by many and one many admire
But some of the wealthy and famous not happy in their fame
And prefer theirs would not be such a well known name
To so many people they are well known
But they feel they do not have lives of their own
For money and fame there is some price for to pay
You cannot have everything life does not work in this way
Though many of their admirers their praises do sing
Some of them come to realize that money is not everything
On the ladder of success they may have climbed far
But they come to realize they do not know who their true friends are
Though lots of money a better quality of life to you may bring
The fact remains is that it is not everything.

The Winner Is The One

We all cannot be successful life does not work in this way
There are winners and losers in the World every day
Though for to be winners everyone does choose
For one to win big many does have to lose
The winners are those everyone knows by name
And to them goes most of the glory and fame
Yet for the few winners so many lose out
That life is not always fair there can be little doubt
It would be a far nicer World to live in
If there were not any losers and everybody did win
But for winners there has to be losers which seems sad to say
This is how it always has been and how it will stay
The reason to be a winner so many do desire
Is that the winner is the one everyone does admire.

Dino And Marie

Dino and Marie have shed their last tears for Rome
Nowadays they feel happy to call Australia home
In their early twenties in nineteen seventy three
They came to Australia adventurous, young and carefree
To Dino she remains the great love of his life
A role model to their family and to him a great wife
Twelve times great grandparents their direct descendants in numbers are growing
Though on Dino and Marie the years are now showing
In Rome from the Moyne Shire in distance far away
Dino and Marie first saw light of day
Though they speak English well their accents they retain
The only part of Italy that in them does remain
That nostalgia does lose out to time is not based on a lie
In the Moyne Shire they will live until the day they will die. 

At Ninety Three

The urge to go to the toilet comes to you readily
In the time of your life when you struggle to pee
Your urine no longer comes in a quick flow
Just a drip at the time and rather painful and slow

The movement of your bowels you can no longer control
Time on the best of them does take it's toll
Just like a baby diapers you must wear
There is more to ageing than wrinkles and loss of hair

An aged old bloke losing memory
And a shadow of the man that you once used to be
A famous athlete when in your life's prime
But eventually the best of them lose out to time

In the nursing home you will live your last night and day
Your beloved wife in the cemetery lay
Some of your family visit but not regularly
One has outlived their usefulness at ninety three

The one who is known to create equality
Of suffering eventually sets everyone free
What has happened to you may well happen to me
If i am lucky enough for to reach ninety three.

Young Davy

He is nicknamed The Know All since he believes he knows everything
And his own praises he is one who loves to sing
But his only claim to local renown
Is that he is one of the best known braggarts of the town

Davy young and cocky he has just turned twenty three
And you will not find many as arrogant as he
Is since he loves attention though few of him wish to know
And he is not one who has the inner glow

Though for self centeredness he is one who waves the flag
About himself he has not that much to brag
Since for anything he does not even know of local fame
And many in the town do not know of him by name

A chip of the old block like his father Stan
He does fancy himself as a lady's man
And just like his dad he does not have a woman today
Few women with braggarts a lifetime does stay

Like father like son as the wise one does say
Young Davy is quite narcissistic in his way
To talk of himself he is never shy
humility to his sort one cannot apply.

For The Greed Of Humanity

For the greed of humanity the price is huge to pay
More creatures becoming endangered of extinction every day
More birds and animals dispossessed where old growth trees are cut down
To make room for industrial development in every city and town
For future generations of people fewer of Nature's life forms for to see
And a sad thing to even contemplate would you not agree
Of the needs of the creatures we share the Planet Earth with many of us humans do not seem aware
This World is for us to respect and live in and with other creatures for to share
The beauty our Mother Earth creates for us is not for us to destroy
A beauty that future generations of people will not have to enjoy
Due to our greed the children of the future may only know of a silent Spring
And even to say this is such a sad thing
In an age when the lust for money gives rise to human greed
Of more friends of the Earth we are badly in need.

That Rusts iron

Though time that rusts iron has become your foe
Your past it is with you from the long ago
For as long as your gift of memory you retain
Memories of what was in you will remain
Though in distance ageing quite far from your first hometown
You remember the old streets you often walked up and down
Though your friends of the past there you may not recognize by sight today
Since from there you have been quite a long time away
And since you have not seen them since in your life's prime
Faces do change over decades of time
They remain as they were in your memory
As you only remember them as they used to be
But memory at times it can seem rather strange
As it does not always allow for the difference that can come with change.

Johnny

Little Johnny a dark brown shetland pony with large spots of gray
Is friendly towards people not shy in any way
Every time i walk past the paddock he lives in he comes to the fence as if to say good day
Though without a companion he seems happy and doing quite okay
Perhaps life among other horses of he never has known
Since he does seem content living on his own
His owner Rob a good friend to him feeds him every day
Little Johnny has grown fat on grass, grain and hay
Little Johnny not an old pony though beyond his physical prime
Without any work to do he enjoys a good time
As he is one who does not have a horse family
He does seem to enjoy human company
Of human beings he is one who is not shy
At the fence of his paddock he greets anyone who walks by.

Of The Person You Are

Living life should not be about of how wealthy a person you are
Or of the size of your home or of the size of your car
Or if you are one of those who is known far and wide
Though this to many makes for a sense of pride

What matter more is that you are one who is caring and kind
And in the helping of others is always willingly inclined
What you do for yourself as a person says less about you
Than the good things for other people that you choose to do

Not many millionaires helping the hungry and homeless and the financially down
In refugee camps and the poor of every city and town
The kind and caring the people we ought to admire
But so few to be like them show any desire

Truly compassionate people in the World seem rare
Of the needs of others they are always aware
They happily perform their good deeds every day
And from one in need of helping never look the other way

For your wealth you may be one greatly admired
And for to be like you many you have inspired
On the success ladder you have climbed very far
But this does not tell us of the person you are.