Fear Of Death

It is said of death only the fear is to fear
That this is a saying with truth in it seems obviously clear
But one consolation in this we are born to die
A fact of our existence and fact never lie
From death there is nowhere for to hide away
For all of us there is this last night and day
To every human being equality it does bring
Though of it's praises you never hear anyone sing
And since we are born as mortals why otherwise pretend
Our Journey in life for us does have an end
The reaper of lives treats everyone as the same
The paupers and those of great wealth and fame
Every day we wake to see to our last one day more near
And it is only the fear of death that we do fear.

Old Billy The Shearer

In the late nineteen sixties to the eighties a man among men
But many changes and a lot has happened since then
And many things Have happened in the World since he was in his prime
The ex champion shearer is showing the wear of time

The hair on his balding head is silver grey
Old Billy the shearer has known of a far better day
In his prime the best shearer in the big country north, east, west and south
In every shearing shed he shore in of this he left none in doubt

Back in the days when his hair was dark brown
He drunk and made merry in many a pub in many an outback town
Back when he had many a lover in his life
But he grows old on his own he never had a wife

His better years are in the forever gone
But his great love of life in him is living on
Time does not wait it keep on ticking fast
Growing old with his memories of Seasons long past

When he was never found to be wanting when put to the test
In every shed he shore in he was the best
Many of the shearers he shore with in their eternal rest lay
That time takes care of the best of them only true to say

Wrinkled and frail looking in his early eighties for the hard life some price to pay
In the retirement home he will live his last day
On his better years a man among men
But a lot in the World has happened since then 

To Be Diffeent To Most

To be different from most should never be a crime
Reflecting on what others think of you seems a waste of time
Since it should not be your business what others think of you or say
Just do your own thing and live in your own way
Why worry about the judgmental of the town
Though today in their words they are dragging you down
And though sad for to say their type not of the few
Tomorrow to verbally drag down they will have someone new
The wish to be liked is a natural thing
But not everybody your praises will sing
Of you there are always a few with unkind things to say
Humanity always does work in this way
Just remember that some in their thinking can be rather small
You may well win many but you cannot win them all.

Southern July

The sun behind gray clouds is hidden away
On a typical windy and showery mid Winter's day
But a gray shrike thrush is whistling in the woodland nearby
A voice that one does not often hear in July
On many of the wattle trees yellow blooms do appear
They bloom from mid Winter to early Spring every year
And the camellias in the garden make for a beautiful sight
In their various flowers of pink, red and white
With the colours of Nature there is none to compare
In all Seasons she has her beauty to share
Wherever I turn to look I always see
Her beauty that is everywhere all around me
Though the rain is drizzling down from an overcast sky
There is beauty in Nature in the southern July

Bill In His Mid Twenties

He has been down many a time but refuses to be counted out
And his brain it has often been racked by self doubt
For Bill there has never been an easy pay
In the poor side of town life lived in the hard way

He no longer speaks to his alcoholic father Dean
Him and his mother Grace and his younger sister Jean
He often bashed when home drunk from the local public bar
As well as physical bruises he left them with many a mental scar

Himself and his mum and his sister of him were finally free
When he was sentenced to eight years in prison for armed robbery
His sister now a happily married young mother and his mum a happy single divorcee
Though like him the past for them too not a good memory

Bill in his mid twenties now lives on his own
Of some tough times in life he is one who has known
And though he is one who has lived through many a tough day
He looks to the future in a positive way.

Mavis The Octogenarian

She hopes she will live for to see one more Spring
When the wild birds of Nature have their best songs to sing
And the weather often pleasant and sunny close to twenty degrees
And pink blossoms are blooming on the fruit bearing trees

September in south west Victoria a pleasant time of year
The whistles of the gray shrike thrushes so pleasant to hear
And the wattles resplendent in their blooms of gold
A sight of great beauty for the eyes to behold

Mavis the octogenarian many years past her physical prime
Realizes she is on the wrong side of time
Says Spring is the Season that she loves best
To have seen so many of them she feels she has been blessed

Twelve times a great grandmother her husband Don
From the land of the living ten years has been gone
But Mavis ageing in the natural way
Try to make the most of her every living day

Shoulder length wavy hair of silver gray
She does not use anti ageing creams to smooth age wrinkles away
Slim and attractive she looks rather well
Though she says time on her now is beginning to tell

For Some There Is

For some there is an Earthly heaven and for many there is an Earthly hell
Since not everyone of their lives have good stories to tell
In a World where millions of people for success compete
Not everyone can become the best on their street
The one that most people do know of by name
The winner takes most of the glory and fame
And though it is said we receive from life what is only our due
There are many will tell you that this is not true
Any talk of human mortality is based on a lie
Since we are all born as mortals and all mortals do die
Us humans age quickly beyond our physical prime
And even eventually the great names do lose out to time
Make the most of the now as the wise one does say
For eventually the reaper of lives will come reaping your way.