The Smoke

Alone on the train
Surrounded by people
All living their lives
Through sunshine and rain
Where are we all going
This train full of folk
To be happy or sad
To cry or to joke
As we sit on the train
On our way to the smoke

Waiting

I'm sitting at the station
The sun is shining strong
Whilst I'm waiting for the engine
To take me to the throng
Of people heading outwards
To the city way down south
To join the toiling masses
In their daily life of work.

The umbrella

It's dead.

Turned inside out 

By the storm

Lying alone 

On the tiles

A testament

To the power of nature

But no

The healing hands

Worked their magic

It came alive again

To shelter once more

The queen of umbrella repairs

The last Tim Tam

It sat there chocolaty and inviting

taunting us

You have it

No you

It's the last one

Take it 

It shows I care

The last Tim Tam

Oceans apart

Though we're oceans apart
There's a place in my heart
For a friend just recently made.
The connection we have can't be
Cherished enough and endures
Cross water and land.
We may never again sit chewing
The fat or share Tim Tams whilst talking of life.
But I know that we'll be good friends from now on though our lives are oceans apart.

You'll learn something new every day

You’ll Learn Something New Every Day

As each dawn arrives the chances are there

That you’ll learn something new every day

Each thing that you find may alter the way

That you look at the life that you have

Don’t fret about things you can’t alter or change

Or the ways that others go on

Just get on with your life with the hope in your heart

That you’ll learn something new every day.

There's a land

There’s a land

There’s a land in the South

Called Australia

Where the folks are so kind

And won’t fail ya

They’re the salt of the earth

It's a place full of mirth

This land in the South

Called Australia