Other Side Of The Pane by Audrey Donaghue
He looked through the window at the food on the table,
Sat down on a stool was a young girl called Mabel.
The table was laden with a lavish spread,
Jim was hungry and sad now his parents were dead.
Mabel looked at the orphan and turned up her nose,
Spoilt and indulged it was her favourite pose.
Touched by a tear welling up in his eye,
She opened the window and passed him a pie.
He gobbled it up, gave his thanks and moved on,
Mabel called him back, her distain now all gone.
"Come on in and sit down and eat all you can,
You need to fill out well before you're a man."
He ate lots of peaches and a huge fresh cream cake.
Jim confided in Mabel that his mam used to bake.
They laughed and they chatted and became real good mates,
And made planes for a good many more future dates.
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Life's Journey
Life is like a roundabout,
As it travels round and round,
It starts with birth as life bursts forth,
And ends beneath the earthly ground.
A new born babe gives life new hope,
It's beauty so appealing.
It gives new strength for one to cope,
And life's wounds get new healing.
The child has grown, so strong and bright,
Her dancing brings much pleasure.
She plays and skips till late at night,
Her life is one of leisure.
Childhood now passed, still life goes on,
And love enters the picture.
She had a son and called him john,
He grew to be her future.
Life's slipping by, her grandson born,
She sings him nursery rhymes,
And though she's old and frail and worn,
She still enjoys good times.
The Price
There's a price to pay for being alive,
In spite of the pleasure that we all derive.
There's pain, and sleepless nights and a long weary fight,
When troubles and trials creep up over night.
There's a price to pay for taking ones pleasure,
Not thinking of others, hell bent on all leisure.
When the good times have passed and the barrel's run dry,
One regrets one's past actions, and tries hard not to cry.
There's a price to pay for innocence lost,
Never stopping to think what would be the cost,
Life looked at no longer through rose coloured glasses,
With eyes opened wide life's bliss simply passes.
There's a price to pay for that long love affair,
That real close allegiance makes one more aware,
Of the time of day when the partnership ends for all time,
The one wishes for days that were so sublime.
The Vagrant
He tramps o'er vale and countryside,
He may be poor but he has his pride.
His worldly goods upon his back,
Carried in an old worn sack.
Nuts and berries from his banquet,
The stars at night act as a blanket.
No alarms to wake him in the morn,
The cockerel does the job at dawn.
He doesn't have a grand position,
He's broken faith with all tradition,
He'll beg and steal from where he can,
And wonder how it all began.
He looks back on his early life,
His home was full of hate and strife,
And on reflection he can see,
That at long last, now he is free.