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Truth disguised
Look at him sitting there with the boys,
Fooling them all with his smiling disguise,
Having a laugh a joke and a drink,
Not one of them has a clue what he thinks,
He’s the center of attention with his Wiley ways,
A real cool guy he has happy days,
And see her there with that wicked smile,
And all the lads by her beguiled,
Looking great done up like a doll,
All airs and graces a great looking moll,
Fun people to be out with for the night,
Full of laughter things look to be right,
As so often those who strive to have fun,
From a dismal life feel they must run,
For all the joking and laughing and tears,
Hide beneath some drastic fears,
While chasing fun and having the craic,
When left alone time to look back,
Alone in the mirror a reflection laid bare,
The image shows true thoughts so dear,
And all the while no one takes time to see,
Far away from this life they want to flee,
Staring deeper into what they hide,
A contemplation pending perhaps suicide,
Decisions decisions oh what must they do,
The wrong conclusion shining through,
One last fling a night on the town,
Then they lay their body down,
In doing so see flashing faces,
Swift memories of people and places,
And surely then someone will find,
Those we loved all left behind,
Having tried and failed just couldn’t take part,
Forgive me this piercing of your heart,
Leaving this life which for them was hell,
They could not answer when asked if they were well,
Still smiling faces walk every street,
Hiding thoughts from friends they greet,
When all it takes is a little time,
To ask and care if they really are fine.
20.06.2012
First wages lesson
Her name was Mary but we called her mam,
She married our father a soldiering man,
He went off to soldier most every day,
While us kids ran riot as outside we played,
She couldn’t write or read a word,
But when she roared god almighty heard,
Friday was the day when the father got paid,
When he handed over his wages a little afraid,
For someone who could never read or write,
If there was a penny missing he’d feel her might,
Oh she’d hand him back what she didn’t need,
For it was a sin to harbour thoughts of greed,
My first real wage came in a nice crisp packet,
I toiled all week it was an easy racket,
And handed them over to my dear old mother,
And waited patiently just like all the others,
What are you waiting for she said to me,
I worked all week I said did I do it for free,
True she said but I cook and clean,
Do I do it for free or are you living in a dream,
I hand my wages over and I want something back,
With ideas of fun and a bit of craic,
Show me the envelope then where it states your name,
And out with the rent book there it was plain,
Away with you child I will hear this no more,
You must pay your way if you walk on my floor,
The second wage I halved putting it safe into my sock,
I’d teach this illiterate woman my world to rock,
And handed over the envelope wit just half the amount,
Sure if she didn’t read then she could hardly count,
For this was my thinking at the age of thirteen,
The lesson that followed to be believed had to be seen,
So you’re keeping money back as you know I don’t read,
And harbouring thoughts of deception and sinful greed,
Everything you now want then from me you must ask,
And pay me you will dearly for each and every task,
Never again would I hide any such amount,
She might not have read but by god could she count.
20-Jun-12
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