The Pain Others Feel

 You may have empathy and compassion but don't get me wrong

The pain others feel to them only belong

You may have it in you with the suffering of others to empathize

And in your genuine compassion with them sympathize

But despite your best efforts you coul not understand

The pain one does feel from their broken leg or broken hand

That every individual's tolerance to pain is different is widely known

In pain and suffering suppose it is each to their own

Every individual different when it comes to dealing with pain

Some moan in agony and some never complain

Mental and physical pain are different as night is from day

And pain effects everyone in a different sort of a way

And though you may be caring and compassionate don't get me wrong

The pain others feel to them only belong.

On A September Evening

 On a September evening in the early Spring

On  high branch of a young tree a male blackbird does sing

A familiar songster of the Spring of the year

His distinctive melody pleasant to hear

His partner neaby sits in her cup shaped nest

Warming to life her eggs beneath her breast

In the undulating countryside by the rural town

The sky looking grey just before sundown

It was warm and sunny in the earlier part of the day

But in the drop in weather temperature it looks like rain is on the way

In Spring so much natural beauty in Nature to be seen

After the recent rain the countryside looking green

The sun behind grey clouds is hidden away

Near the end of what has been a pleasant Spring day.

What The Future Holds

 What the future holds for you not for you to see

And you cannot change in life what you were meant to be

On that we do have our choices many agree

But you cannot alter your life's destiny

So few ever live to see their life's dream come true

And many will tell you from life you only receive your due

But talk of destiny to them they laugh and they say

In any human life desstiny has no part to play

That we make our own luck in life they do insist

And eventually success comes to those who persist

They tell you they win those who success does choose

That those without self belief are those who lose

But i am one who believes in human destiny

And we cannot alter for us what is meant to be.

Far South Of Claraghatlea

 Far south of Claraghatlea west of Millstreet Town 

The roadways of life i have been up and down

Like many other migrants from my birthplace ageing far

From where i live today i could not reach Duhallow by car

On my flights of fancy i often visit Millstreet

And walk in the fields to where the waterways meet

When the hawthorns are cloaked in their white blooms of the May

The beautiful memories are with me today

Though we all have our own dreams for to pursue

It is said we receive from life what is only our due

Though i know many good people who work hard for their pay

And material success from them seems far away

Far south of Claraghatlea where my life's journey began

I may be one more migrant to live out my time span.

Of Any More

 Of any more who only care for themselves humanity is not in need

Narcissism is closely linked to human greed

Far too many materially very wealthy people with those doing it tough unwilling to share

Though so many admire the multi millionaire

It is not what you do for yourself  but what for others you do

Which says is the sort of person that is you

Those who serve their own needs only in the World are not rare

This is something that most people of are aware

Far too many people seem obsessed with the me

There should be more to human life than living only for the self would you not agree?

There are many good people who perform good deeds every day

And to help others do often go out of their way

The wealthy and influential so many admire

And of singing their praises never seem to tire

But those who only care about self from their higher selves further away

Than those who perform good deeds every day.

A September Morning

 On this beautiful and sunny September morning  how great to be healthy and alive

To go for a walk or a cycle or drive

A weather forecast high for the day of a pleasant twenty degrees

And Nature's nesting birds singing on the bushes and trees

Nature at her finest she is to be seen

After the recent rain the countryside looking green

The swallows chasing flying insects chirping as they fly

With the sun on their dark wings in the blue sky

White butterflies flitting in the gentle breeze a beautiful sight to behold

Without much time to live in a day they grow old

The contented cattle on nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day

Chewing their cuds in the morning sunshine do lay

In the mostly sunny blue sky just a few clouds of grey

In the mid morning of a beautiful day

A beautiful day to be healthy and alive

To go for a walk or a cycle or a leisurely drive.

It Is Only The Fear Of Death

 It is only stating what is obviously clear

That it is only the fear of death people do fear

But death as part of life is a natural thing

Though of it's praises you never do hear many sing

A fact of our human existence and fact never lie

Is that we were born into life to eventually die

As well as humans death claims all creatures from the great to the small

All flora and fauna it does claim the life from them all

Between the wealthy and poorest death does not differentiate

It will pay you too a visit on some future date

Every day people are born and dying Worldwide

From the one who claims all lives there is nowhere to hide

But it is only the fear of death people do fear

And this is only stating what is obviously clear.