For Poor Joe

For poor Joe it has been another down day
And nothing it does seem is going his way
Though he has three nice young children and a beautiful wife
Depression of late has crept into his life

He owns a nice home, has a good job and drives a good car
And up the social ladder he has climbed far
But he is often not content in his mind
Life can be so sad for the depressive kind

Yet he is a nice person even when feeling down
And a good friend to many on his side of the town
He is one who performs many a good deed
And never turns his back on anyone of his help in need

Of his days of depressive moods he may never be free
For people like Joe how sad life at times must be
That depression is a form of mental illness is nothing new
And those who suffer of it are not of the few

Depression it does seem is a mental flaw
For some people life can be like Murphy's Law
To his bouts of depression poor Joe is resigned
Of late he does not feel content in his mind.

If Women Were Running Governments

If women were running governments there would be less wars to fight
And far less emphasis on the superiority of might
Though sadly some women in positions of power like aggressive male leaders behave
Aggression like war mongering males they carry with them to the grave
But only a minority of women behave in this way
Women in a whole are less egotistical and aggressive than males are one might say
Among the war criminals of human history the names of very few women you will find
And plenty of males who have brought shame on themselves and human kind
And though the praises of egotistical males the impressionable do sing
Arrogance and aggression in most parts is mostly a male thing
Aggressive males like the weeds of the garden stifle every flower
We do need more females in governments in positions of power
As the leading criminals in human history males lead the way
That us males in general far more aggressive than females only true for to say.

Compared To Them

I may never be quite secure in ways financially
But i have never known what it feels like to live in poverty
And my hearing okay and i have good eyes to see
The beauty of Nature that is all around me
Of years i have reached the three score and ten
Said to be on average the life span of women and men
Some i went to school with not living today
The lady of luck must be smiling my way
For many survival is a constant fight
So many poor people are homeless tonight
Trying to sleep on a board or concrete floor without blankets or bed
In a disused factory or a draughty old shed
Compared to them i feel quite lucky indeed
Since of any of life's comforts i am not in need.

For Australian Farmers

For Australian farmers a poor financial year
Of the woes that beset them we read of and of hear
Of locust and mouse plagues and flooding and drought
In the age of Climate Change among the rural community of a future in farming much doubt

In the drought stricken paddocks the ground cracked and dry
In numbers the rabbits seem to multiply
Cattle and sheep losing weight and livestock prices down
A poorer farming community is bad news for every rural town

In parts of the country crops being destroyed by flash flooding the weather acting strange
But this is to be expected in a time of Climate Change
Not a great future for Australian farmers in the twenty first century
Many land owners feeling the stress of financial poverty

In 2016 and 2017 in Australia Nationwide
Many farmers due to financial bankruptcy have committed suicide
Out of the woes that beset them they could not see a way
They feel that they have failed their families when their bills they cannot pay

For Australian farmers tough times and more tough time ahead
And due to financial stress sad to say some of them are now dead
The weather against them and acting quite strange
And vermin and insect plagues in a time of Climate Change.

Miranda

Miranda knows the words of many an old song
And at the R S L club on a Saturday evening she always leads in the sing along
Her husband a war veteran died two years ago
He was a brave fellow the honorable Joe
In her early eighties the war hero's wife
Loves music, song and dancing and is one who loves life
One who is aging with grace her hair silver gray
She is one who makes the most of every day
The life of every party that she does attend
Miranda is one who has many a friend
Ten times a grandmother she does not feel old
And for one of her years attractive to behold
For sadness in her mind there is not any space
She always does have a big smile on her face.

Those Who Can Readily Smile

A smile to a passing stranger does not cost one a thing
And to some lonely person brief joy it may bring
Laugh and the World laughs with you as the wise one does say
The one who is happy brings joy to your day
The happy person does have the inner glow
And is the one others do wish of to know
The one without laughter has darkness of mind
And to feelings of self pity can be readily inclined
The one who can laugh at self is quite lucky indeed
Of therapy she or he is never in need
Some do feel morose when things are not going their way
And never smile at anyone and wish them a good day
To be nice to others never cost any money why otherwise pretend
Those who can readily smile are never short of a friend.

This Beautiful Old City Of Warrnambool

In the mostly blue sky just a few clouds of gray
It is indeed a very nice Autumn day
Where the Merri flows into the Pacific near Lady Bay
A mother with her two young children in the shallows splash and play

A weather temperature high for the day of twenty degrees
With a nice freshening coolness in the ocean breeze
Young women in small groups walking the concrete pathway by the sea taking in the evening air
Enjoying the Autumn sunshine the breeze tossing their hair

The warbling songs of the magpies such a joy for to hear
On a beautiful day for the time of year
The parks lush and green after the recent rain
With such pleasant weather how can one complain

For hang gliding and surfing the weather just right
In Warrnambool coastal waters quite a common sight
People who enjoy water sports having some fun
Hang gliding and surfing in the wind and sun

Of such beauty good memories for years do stay
Earthly utopia from here cannot be far away
Where the weather is often sunny and breezy and never too cool
In this beautiful old City of Warrnambool.