I Am The Bloke

Though i have drank old Tubrid's sparkling waters And prayed at the small shrine by Tubrid Well It hasn't made me a succcessful person And it won't save me from the flames of hell. For i can't boast of any great achievements And of victories as such i cannot tell I'm just the bloke who pen the simple verses That literary critics bag as doggerel. I've heard the figbirds piping on the gold coast And lories on the corals chirp and sing And seen the brown fruit bats in cascade gardens Roost upside down to high branches they cling. But many others describe Mother Nature better And glorify her in great poetry A great poet's work will live on through the ages And will not fade out in a century. So many people look up to the rich and famous If you are wealthy you they wish to know And many would consider me a failure For fifty years i don't have much to show. But i don't feel sorry that i don't have millions And i won't be fretting for my lack of fame For money to me is not that important And there's more important things that one might name. There's inner contentment and love of Nature And these are priceless and free to enjoy And there's happiness and love of self and others Such lovely things that money cannot buy. I've read sad stories of the rich and famous Poor in some ways to the point of despair And i'd rather be considered as a loser Than live as an unhappy millionaire. Perhaps i am not one of life's successes Though i prayed at the shrine by Tubrid Well I am the bloke who write the simple verses That literary critics bag as doggerel. My prime and better days in life were over When i left Claraghatlea and Annagloor And though many may consider me a failure I do not see myself as sad and poor.