Of people who have worked hard through the long tiring dayFor working men and women there is no easy pay.A hard day at the office or on the building siteThey leave home before daybreak and return in the nightSuburban bound commuter your spouse and children for you waitAs they do every evening beside the garden…
‘He thought’ if she likes my work she will like mePerhaps I ought to ask her out for tea.When he introduced himself she seemed surprisedSo you are the artist I hadn’t realizedI love your work your talent is so greatAnd with the very best there is you rate.‘He thought’ I was right she likes me…
And he oft times slept under the open skyBut there was more to him than met the eye.He damaged his foot whilst jumping off a trainAnd amputation caused him years of painAnd how he suffered the poor chap god knowsBut like a man he took life’s painful blows.He won world acclaim as a lyric poetAnd…
The moon beams like gold dust on her nut brown hairAnd sweet scenting the perfume she did wear.The only sounds leaves rustling in the breezeAnd boobook calling on the moonlit treesAnd water lapping on bank of lake shoreThe self same sounds repeated o’er and o’er.When I went to put my arms around her she said…
And to music of the twenties they waltzed around the floorAnd she was sixty two years old and he was sixty four.One dance led to another and later to a dateAnd after years of trying he realized that he had found hisSoulmateTwo marriage breakups and two grandkids for love a price to payBut he found…
And catching mice has never felt such hard workAnd she finds it harder now to climb a tree.There was a time when she could run much fasterAnd there was a time when she could hunt all dayBut now she feels happy to lay on the sofaAnd doze and purr and sleep the hours away.Old Dorothy…
He lived in the hungry years of the great famineAnd he knew what it was like to be poor.His father James a Limerick man from Shanagolden‘About that place there is a famous song’And his mother Catharine Smith from Fishamble Street in DublinQuite poor and to poor kindred she belong.But circumstance of birth doesn’t seem to…
And that as victim she must take part of the blameAnd that there is an excuse for ‘what’s his name’.It’s been said that if she had took the early trainThat she would have saved herself distress and painOr that she should have walked home the long way roundAs Parkland after dark forbidden ground.But in free…
Have now withstood two centuries of timeHer work is full of joy and love and pathos all the human feelings you will find them thereShe was a great and a prolific writer and with the very best she can compare.She died when she was in her early forties in her writing prime and her’s a…
To every millionaire there is thousands from financial hardships sufferThe rich grow wealthier by the day whilst life for the poor grows tougher.The bureaucrats and plutocrats who help their rich mates onlyAnd few of them even spare a thought for the poor and the lonelyThe Hollywood stars and the snobbish Royals by birth right elevatedThey…
