Simple Pleasures

By Max

You can talk to me of pleasures
Popular among the rich
now and then I've sampled one
And I see why they don't bitch
But there is simple pleasure
That comes upon a bloke
Who works his arse off every day
Hard straining in the yoke.
It rolls in when that tired man
Has ridden from the strife
Out deep into the country
Putting freedom in his life
And is kicking back around a fire
His bike within his sight
And sharing rum with a long term mate
And staring at the night
A place where dingoes eerie cry
Will shred the pristine air
And falling stars provide the light
And cause a bloke to stare.
It's pleasure of just being
And of being who ya are
Of having covered many miles
Just To get ya where ya are
It's a tired torpy pleasure
Trusted mates and loyal rides
Of broke in boots and jackets
And the warmth of fire sides
While I'd happily give my job away
For a one with better pay
I've tasted simple pleasures
And they've got me in their sway!

Max 6-28-99
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