One Of The Unsung

Of biological children she does have none

And too old now to give birth to a daughter or son

In her late fifties her shoulder length hair is silver gray

Still quite attractive for her years of her one can say

And compassionate and kind in her own caring way

She performs a good deed or more every day

A former volunteer nurse she has worked in third World Countries overseas

In camps nursing the sick and dying refugees

A friend of the forgotten, dispossessed and downtrod

The people  who belong to the lesser god

Of the needs of the less privileged one who is aware

Quite a selfless person and her sort are rare

One of the unsung but a great person indeed

Of good Karma every day she sows the seed.

Money Is Useful

Money is useful why otherwise pretend

And the one with plenty of it never short of a friend

But on the success ladder those who have climbed far

Are the people who do not know who their friends are

But the people who live on the poor side of the town

Who know how it feels like to be financially down

Know who their friends are as they ought to indeed

Those who stand by them on their times of need

Though the friends of the wealthy in numbers does grow

Of who their true friends are they only will know

If some bad business deal puts them in poverty

That they will lose most of  their friends comes with a guarantee

It is not saying anything in any way that is new

That true friends one can say are of the few.

Goodbye To The People

Goodbye to the people you may never more see

They are part of what was for you of what used to be

The good and bad memories are all you retain

Of people that you may never meet again

From your hometown your journey in life took you to elsewhere

For to make a new life in the big World out there

In your first hometown from here far away

To many you may be a stranger today

Your friends of the past today you may not recognize

As ageing changes faces one comes to realize

Like you they have forged new friendships and in life have moved on

And like you only retain the memories of days now long gone

Goodbye to the people you have not seen for years

For the what used to be you have shed your last tears.

Your Place Of Residence

Your place of residence in life can be detrimental to your chances of  success

Job seekers from the poor suburbs many employers fail to impress

Those born into poverty of success stand little chance

Due to their huge handicap of birth circumstance

For being born to poor parents the price huge to pay

And so many poor people in the Human World of today

Those from the tough streets who know of wealth and fame to say the leasr few

And this is not saying anything that is new

Most people born to poor parents in life struggle to cope

And of a better futuire can only live in hope

Sad to think that people's place of residence against them does tell

Though they feel ambitious in life for to do well

Your circumstance of birth in your future can have a big say

This is how it always was and how it is in the World of today.

On Politicians

Of the praises of politicians many does sing

Since truthfulness in most of them is not their thing

The majority are in politics for their own gain

Their actions alone their hidden thoughts does explain

It is not saying anything in any way that is new

That the honest politicians are of the few

Most honest people quickly come to realize that a career in politics for them is all wrong

That in a career of deceitful mind games they do not belong

Though known as honourable members of parliament honour most of them does not portray

For most of them the truth is the hardest thing to say

Even some of them their own lies appear to believe

It can be said of them they know how to deceive

The praises of themselves and their political parties they do love to sing

With most politicians self promotion is surely their thing.

On The Tragic Death Of Gillian Daly

A daughter to John Joe and Helen and a niece to Anna May

In Liscahane Millstreet Town Gillian Daly lived for many a day

She died tragically when her car in Kennedy Quay

In Cork City went into the River Lee

Her two young sons in the car with her swam to safety but sadly Gillian died

That life can have it's heavy crosses cannot be denied

A beautiful person on her forty fourth year of life

A huge loss in her role as a mother and wife

News of the passing did travel Worldwide

Of the woman from Douglas in Cork born and raised in Millstreet in Duhallow's green countryside

A beautiful life accidentally by death in her forties from her snatched away

Perhaps her tragic ending was was her life's destiny in truth one can say

A well loved young woman attractive to behold

Gillian was one not destined to grow old

Her parting from life for her a sudden release

The beautiful Gillian in St Eltin's Cemetry in Kinsale rests in peace.

Where I Was Born And Raised

Where i was born and raised from here far away

I would be a stranger to many today

Some i went to school with are where the deceased does lay

And some like me in Duhallow did not stay

But the memories remain to me as a source of joy

Of where i grew to love Nature as a young boy

The old rushy fields near the Town of  Millstreet

In the green countryside where the waterways meet

That inspired me to rhyme many decades ago

Long before time it did become my foe

And only the memories with me does remain

Of beauty i may never look on again

Where old Clara Mountain as ever looks down

On green Claraghatlea west of Millstreet Town.