We have no choice in how we are born,
Or who our parents be,
To what life from the heavens we are torn,
No future yet to see,
Whether boy or girl sickly or strong,
In to this world we come,
To new parents we now belong,
And to a new family welcome,
I, a boy born first born at home,
But all was not quite right,
My plight of baby eczema known,
Keeping parents up at night,
Though it will itch you must not scratch,
A baby cannot uinderstand this caper,
So to prevent my skin coming out in rash,
They cover me in newspaper,
But soon this too will come to pass,
Am I now to have relief,
No for a new illness called asthma,
Makes it very hard to breath,
Both Parents were strong and fit,
How can they understand,
All these problems and trials to wit,
Constantly happening to their young man,
Now four years go bye fast,
And soon there will be another,
The family grows at last,
I now have a little brother,
Born small but healthy,
The prodical child maybe,
Destined for health & wealth,
Could he be the best of the family tree,
There was another, a brother by step,
The son shared from our mother,
Older then us both he was adept,
At being our big brother,
So always three, no more no less,
All brothers stick together,
But in the middle I confess,
Was I the lesser of the other,
I went to school as all boys do,
but at the start it wasn’t good,
Not yet strong compared to peers too,
Fit in I wanted but never could,
My teen years arrived,
And brought with it many changes,
No longer my health deprived,
My social status rearranges,
As I grow so did my belief,
I play Rugby for the Brothers,
A Lance Corporal now to my relief,
Of Boy’s Brigade with others,
But I never believed in what I did,
That I was ever best,
Try as I may my peers amid,
I never past the test,
So soon it was time to look for work,
Though just fifteen I still be,
At Burns Philp I was offered work,
My future started yet to see,
I made progress in the early years,
I was sure in what I knew,
But In 1980 I say with tears,
I lost a leg it’s true,
Just like in my younger years,
Struck down but not out all together,
I had to face challenge and fear,
And come through this stormy weather,
While all this happens the heart still lusts,
Over young women whose hearts are true.
But alas my heart crumpled to dust,
The girl just doesn’t want you,
So you must think of other things,
And this is what I did,
Racing, Skiing, Flying did bring,
Happiness and new friends amidst,
But wanting to sing,
On the boards I would tread,
Such smiles did it bring,
Until now it’s time to be wed,
A son now born here,
The next generation arrives,
To keep family trees clear,
We gave him the middle name Clive,
At first though we struggled,
We all were quite happy,
But feelings get muddled,
Life changes a pity,
Though thirty years counted,
Alas not to last,
We must separate,
An learn from the past,
My career many changes,
Much have I learned,
Dealing with strangers,
To assist people I yearned,
But my body now needs resting,
Broken back now twice,
My right lower leg missing,
This hasn’t been nice,
I once already tried to retire,
To be with my Love Janphen,
But no pension money was dire,
So till sixty-seven I wait for a pension,
My sweetheart and family,
Are waiting it’s true,
But I am alone here tiredly,
Wondering what else to do,
Seven thousand kilometres,
Is way too far to be,
You can’t feel touch see features,
It’s too far from love ones for me,
I think back and ask,
Could I have done better,
Is it humility we task,
Or low esteem we could vetter,
Overall I am satisfied,
With what waits for me now,
But until I reach to be by her side,
I promise commitment to our vows.