In Most Cases

In most cases little time we have to spare
For those that in common we do not have much with to share
That a conservative and a socialist have little in common would you not agree
At least anyhow that's how it seems  to me
But if we all thought in the same way how boring we would be
Though some in their way of thinking become one  of the marginalized minority
Were you ever at a party or community gathering where you felt the odd one out
Where with those present you had nothing in common for to talk about
And where to most your's was a stranger's face?
It is not a nice feeling for to feel out of place
Yet how boring we would be if we all thought in the same way
Variety is the  spice of life as the wise one did say
Though with those of similar thinking we have most to share
In this am i telling you something of which you are aware?

For You

For you life is just a  great battle a battle you wage every day
Just to keep mind and body living as success from you seems  far away
When you are poor you know who your friends are to many the poor are not known
But you are not the  town's  only poor battler in that you are not on your own
The factory you worked in made you redundant your wife left you and took your only daughter they now live elsewhere
She grew tired of living the poor life she went to try her luck in the World out there
It is not your fault you became redundant the reason you lost your daughter and wife
For people like you life can be a struggle as you do know about the hard life
On poverty line welfare benefits you struggle for to pay the rent
On buying food and paying your  bills your paltry fortnightly income you have spent
But you are a hopeful sort of a person and all hope out of your life has not gone
And though you miss your wife and your baby you realize your life without them must go on
For you life is just a great battle but of hope you never despair
And you never do complain of your lot and you never say life is unfair.

Fearless

The young man who was my neighbor was one without fear
One who always felt happy with danger to him near
The bravest young person by far in the Town
From the most dangerous challenge he would not climb down
To take risks in life one who was always game
One who lived up to 'Fearless' his given nickname
One who reveled in danger he liked to live in this way
Men like him do seldom live for to grow old and  gray
He took one risk too many and took it too far
And he died  at the wheel of his very fast car
And almost instantaneous  his life came to an end
When he failed to slow at a very tight bend
Not yet in his life's prime he had only lived for twenty years
And his parents and sister and his girlfriend for him in tears.

Above The Rushy Fields

Near Liscreagh just west of the Town of Millstreet
O'er the rushy fields where the  rivers do meet
The skylark is caroling in the gloaming gray
Unseen in the darkening clouds in the fading light of day
A voice of the clouds that one cannot get wrong
The skylark a bird familiar in his song
A voice i first heard as a very young boy
Fond memories do bring me moments of great joy
On a Summer evening the lowing of a cow
In a rushy field by the River Finnow
The past may be gone  but the memories remain
And often in fancy i visit the old fields again
And the skylark is singing in the twilight gray
Above the rushy fields from here far away.

Out Of Honesty

Few do becomes millionaires out of honesty
But you only can live to be as honest as you can be
Your past will return for to haunt you one day
And honesty at the  end always does pay
Dishonesty through greed is now more prevalent than at anytime
In human history as we are in the age of corporate crime
When it comes to corporate crime the justice system seems to fail
As few  corporate criminals ever spend time in jail
A lot of corruption in the  Human World of today
And that money speaks every language it does seem this way
And though the dishonest for their crimes not always made to pay
That the  honest can hold their heads high does seem fair to say
Few do becomes millionaires out of honesty
This is how it is and it always will be.

It is Not For

It is not for the dead that one ought to weep
But for the living poor condemned to sleep
In drafty disused factory doorway or a door-less shed
Uncovered with the cold ground for a bed
In a World where some must lose for one to win
For the forgotten poor a hard World to live in
For them there is many a hungry night and day
In a fair Human World it would not be this way
The social gap has never been so wide
So many due to circumstance of a fair go in life denied
Weep for the  poor and the homeless instead
Of those free of all living cares the dead
But far more than your pity the living poor do need
Since tears a hungry stomach does not feed.

You Surely Are One

Tomorrow is coming and yesterday has gone
And we live in the now and life does go on
And though any success in life you may find hard to win
You do make the World better for to live in
Since to help others you do go out of your way
And you do your good deed or two every day
The seeds of good karma for yourself you have sown
And for your acts of kindness you have become known
And though financially you may never become a millionaire
You have compassion and empathy and people like you are rare
By your acts of kindness you sow for yourself Karma's good seed
And  the Human World of more of your kind are in need
Compassion and empathy are traits you do show
You surely are one who has the  inner glow.