My life's journey has not taken me to literary renown
Far south of Claraghatlea just west of Millstreet Town
Where on old Clara Mountain as ever looks down
Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown
Just one more who has known of a better day
Time has left me looking older and balding and grey
To the warbling of the Australian magpies i wake every day
In time and in distance the past far away
Though few in their lifetime see their dreams come true
I too had my own hopes and dreams to pursue
In hopes of times better like all i do live
But we must accept what life to us does give
With rhyming words i am one who loves for to play
And i add to my numbers of rhymes every day.
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