So Uplifting To Hear

The sun in it has little warmth though the sky is quite clear

Quite typical weather for the time of year

But to where i am walking in the park playground near

The laughter of children so uplifting to hear

The days growing short in the southern May

And the calendar Winter nearing by the day

But the laughter of children such a marvellous thing

And joy to the listener never fail to bring

In the Autumn sunshine in the park of the town

They laugh as they chase the football up and down

A moment for to live on in memory

When children are playing of cares they are free

Their play hour for them is such a happy time

Such memories that give rise to song, story and rhyme.

On The Passing Of Millie Small

The best of goods come in small parcels wisdom worthy of recall

Recently in her seventy third year she passed from life the amazing Millie Small

In nineteen sixty four with her song  'My Boy Lollipop' she knew of overnight Worldwide fame

And in the World of pop became a celebrated name

A tiny dark skinned Jamacian and beautiful to behold

Millie Small was a legendary singer in the days of old

An energetic and talented performer of her one can say

Her sort are quite rare in the World of today

In the era of pop post rock and roll

A dynamic entertainer and a beautiful soul

The marvellous Millie one free of conceit

And so very likeable and charmingly sweet

A  memorable entertainer from decades long past

So sad to learn Millie Small she has breathed her last

Great memories of her at her best from the sixties refuse for to fade

Today on radio 'My Boy Lollipop' a few times was played

A dynamic entertainer when in her physical prime

Though this is going back many Seasons in time

The great Millie Small has lived her last night and day

May she be at peace now wherever she does lay.

The Poet Of The Town

Though he is one who has known of a far better day

The old poet of the town with words still has a way

In the local pub with his long time devoted wife on a Saturday night

He recites some of his poems to his audience delight

In his early eighties the poet of  town

Some of his poems have earned him widespread renown

In his sixty years of writing some memorable poems he did write

That on Saturday evening in the poetry hour in the pub he often recite

Twelve times a great grandfather the patriarch of his family

His eldest son he is sixty three

With words he is one who does love to play

That his poems will outlive him only true to say

In his younger years a handsome man years ago

But time that ages everyone has become his foe

Balding and grey haired the years on him show

But he is one who retains the bright inner glow

The poet of the town is a down to earth bloke

Some of his humorous poems laughter in his audience provoke

Of the town's many writers he remains the best known

And he is one who is in a class of his own.

It Is The Gullible Millions

The narcissistic woman or the narcissistic man

They never does seem to be short of a fan

Since the down to earth wealthy celebrities are rare than rare

They do not socialize with paupers the known billionaire

It is the gullible millions in the World out there

Their sort increasing in numbers everywhere

Who are mostly responsible for the wealthy celebrities who are famed Worldwide

The people in life who have god on their side

It is the adulation of their fans that lead them to believe

That they must be immortal but in this themselves they only deceive

Since for them there too will be a last night and day

That death makes everyone equal in truth one can say

Today on the radio news another wealthy celebrity has died

One more from the Reaper of lives who could no longer hide.

Some Price To Pay

Mentally as we age we do lose a lot

I remember less nowadays than i have forgot

In ageing for anyone never a win

It is when the gaps in the memory begin

Though i retain a good share of memory yet

Some faces i know by sight their names i forget

To stay young forever something we cannot choose

As we grow older some memory we lose

Some people whose names i know on the park or the street

Only know them by sight nowadays when them i do meet

I recall i once heard a wise woman say

We lose a few brain cells in life every day

And since youth with us does not have that long a stay

For ageing there has to be some price to pay.

The Rose Tree Of Late Autumn

The pink petals of her last rose on the ghround by her lay

To be eaten by ground insects and to Nature's decay

The rose tree of late Autumn has known of a better day

Near the onset of Winter and Spring far away

Nature on all things has the final say

In late Spring she will have new roses to display

On a typical morning for the southern May

The sun it is hidden behind clouds of grey

Without her leaves and flowers the thorny rose tree looks bare

In Spring and Summer with Nature's finest she favourably compare

In late Fall and Winter no beauty in her to see

Just an unattractive to look at bare thorny small tree

The petals of her last rose by her on the ground

As food for Nature's insects crawling around.

Old Jim From Galway

Old Jim from Galway in the pub often talks of his young love Noreen
She lived with her middle aged mum and dad in their cottage by the pebbly bohreen
With wavy shoulder length hair of  brown and eyes blue as ripe sloes of September
She was the first love of his life and her today he does remember

In the grove by her parents cottage they played games like hide and seek they did have so much fun together
As children they were such good friends than neighbours more like sister and brother
Though her he never hugged or kissed he was too young then for such passion
And that was in the olden days when childhood hugging was not in fashion

Her parents their cottage sold and took her with them to England's biggest City
In private he wept for her the tears of lost love and of his heartache none knew of  him to pity
In his twenties he migrated to Australia and in Melbourne met his wife Karen
She could not bear children sad for them both since she was born to life as barren

Last year Karen passed away though she had not been feeling sickly
From a massive heart attack she collapsed and she did die rather quickly
They had been married for fifty years for her he shed his tears of sorrow
But as is often said of grief it does lessen with each tomorrow

In his late seventies Jim from Galway a nice old bloke grey haired he does seem a bit lonely
One who has not known of  many loves in his life two females only
Karen his wife of fifty years last year her journey for her ended
And Noreen his neighbour long ago as a boy a young girl he befriended.