ODE TO THE AUSSIE SENIORS
THEY came from far and troubled lands, Some brought their skills, most used their hands, They tackled jobs they’d never done before They worked in bush, with heat, dust and flies galore
They’ve dug for coal, and drilled for oil, They cleared the land, soul breaking toil, They panned for gold under a blazing sun, And yearned for a beer when day was done.
They fought in wars, survived depressions, They had to make do with few possessions They became inventors, masters of improvisation To help make this land, a great Australian nation
Often called and looked upon as “Old Has-Beens” by loud mouths Who’ve only ever had dreams, They had their dreams too, of power and wealth, But just battled on in often failing health.
They’ve had the highs, the lows, the laughter, the tears, All are now well into the twilight of their years, Through droughts and floods, most have seen it all, Will the next generation of oldies stand as tall?