The Love Of Your Dog For You

 A woman may lose the love of her husband and a man may lose the love of his wife

But the love of your dog for you is a love that is for life

A love that is unconditional that only in death does end

Than your dog you do not have a greater friend

For a few nice words and a good feed and a walk every day

Your dog for your kindness in it's love and devotion to you will repay

Your dog is one your trust that will never betray

As your trusting friend it's lifetime it will stay

From work you may be arriving home quite late

But your dog true to you welcomes you home by the gate

With a wagging tail and barks of delight

As if for to say my master good night.

With some of your best friends you have fallen out

But your worth as a person your dog never doubt

Your dog it will love you until the day it does die

This is a fact and fact never lie.

Far Greater

 Far greater than any other form of success

Life is the greatest gift any human being can possess

That we would not exist without life only true to say

Though sadly some choose to give their greatest gift away

In the twenty fiorst century celebrity worship does seem an in thing

And of the praises of the wealthy and famous many like to sing

Putting mortals on a pedestal to big egos give rise

But that death does kill the ego one does come to realize

Of all human gifts it tops every list

Without life as a person one could not exist

No other gift or form of success with life can compare

Of this i feel sure everyone is aware

Their names may be on a memorial wall

But the deceased celebrities have lost their greatest gift of all.

Above The Flat Rushy Fields

 Above the flat rushy fields where the waterways meet

Just west of the Duhallow Town of Millstreet

The skylarks not flying up to carol today

Their throats will remain songless until April or May

And in every river, rill and field drain

The water flowing fast and brown after the recent heavy rain

And chilly winds of December soughing in the bare deciduous trees

On weather temperatures just over the zero degrees

The grey fogs of rain silently stealing down

On the face of old Clara above Millstreet Town

On a typical Winter morning in the silent groves birds one does not hear

With Christmas fast approaching in the ageing year

The sun behind grey clouds is hidden away

It looks  like it will not be seen out today.

December In Duhallow

 Above the bare green fields the cold winds do blow

And the Boggeraghs are wearing their white hats of snow

The sun behinds grey clouds is hidden away

It is wintry and cold in Duhallow today

The weather temperatures close to the zero degrees

And the freshening winds soughing in bare deciduous trees

At least four months from the prime of the Spring

When the wildborn nesting birds will whistle and sing

And the cattle on months of living in farmyard sheds on silage and hay

On nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day

With the Approach of Christmas and January near

December in Duhallow is a cold and wet time of year

In the deserted fields of the rook and the silver back crow

Swollen by recent rain the Blackwater bank high does flow

On to the Atlantic near Youghal far away

In Duhallow in the morning of a cold and windy December day.

Yesterday A Memory

 Yesterday a memory of the has been and gone

And the clock on our lives ever keeps ticking on

We are born to mortality and mortals do die

A fact of our existence and fact never lie

The longest lived human life in real time not a long span

On average three score and ten years a few years more for a woman than it is for a man

And on how long we live we do not have a say

For all of us there is a last night and day

Far greater than any other form of success

Life is the greatest gift anyone does possess

The fruits of the karma we sow in life we receive

Such a philosophy is not hard to believe

Yesterday for all of us is history

Just a memory of the what used to be.

Of Love She Has Had Enough

 The most attractive looking woman in the town in her physical prime

Though this is going back many Seasons in time

A divorced grandmother in her early sixties her best years long gone

And time on her life ever keeps ticking on

Brown hair dye cloaks the grey in her hair that was natural brown

Back in the days when she was the rose of the town

Two times married and divorced she now lives on her own

The size of clothes she wore in her twenties she has outgrown

She had many admirers three decades ago

But she has put on weight time has become her foe

She does not have a partner or a lover in her life

And she vows never again to become any man's wife

Happier on her own life on her her has been tough

After marriage to two abusive males of love she has  had enough.

The Brothers

 The hard working fellow was buried today

In his mid thirties at peace he now lay

Leaving a wife and twin seven year old daughters to grieve for their loss

Few do go through life without bearing some cross

His brother in his early forties only works casually

A happy go lucky bloke of any cares free

He does not have children or a partner or wife

And he is not burdened by the cares of life

Quite different to his younger brother who of a heart attack died

He does not have worries or health problems to hide

He enjoys a good laugh or two every day

And laughter is the best medicine as the wise one does say

His brother the worrier is in the cemetery

Of life's cares and worries at a young age he is free.