Down By Mavers Hill
So down by Mavers Hill
There’s a backward kind of place.
A tiny forgotten blemish
Upon Melbourne’s glamorous face.
It’s a quaint little pub
Serviced by a single bloke.
And its people are the used up,
The down-on-their-luck kind of folk.
Taking a seat at the bar
Is a man who hopes this joint,
Will wrench him from his misery,
Though it never ceases to disappoint.
He dreams it will gift him another shot
At that insurance-vending game,
Which left him devoid of his children
And with an eighty grand debt to his name.
He comes here in hope it will change things,
But deep down he knows it never will.
So he takes a seat at the bar,
And hands over another bill...
Taking aim at a few trebles
Upon a dartboard across the room,
Is a footballer who’d made it,
Before his knee brought about his doom.
At merely twenty-four what has he now
But the memories of his glory days?
So he languishes around this deadbeat bar,
Recalling his coach’s old plays.
And he believes this place will change things,
Set them right, though it never will.
He’s just a torn-apart, burnt out star
Clinging on to those treasured days still.
These men are far from a few
Who call this rotten pub home,
Who’ve lost it all and wasted away
Over frothy lagers and spilt foam.
Because they come here in hope it will change things,
But deep down they know it never will.
Though they find a rare bizarre solace
In the pub down by Mavers Hill...
Jack Growden's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about this poem (Down By Mavers Hill by Jack Growden )
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
- Christmas Trees, Robert Frost
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- Daffodils, William Wordsworth
- Warning, Jenny Joseph
- The Saddest Poem, Pablo Neruda
- Invictus, William Ernest Henley
- Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
- A Life-Lesson, James Whitcomb Riley
Poem of the Day
- Dreams, Michael P. McParland
- Dreamland, Michael P. McParland
- Dreaming Of You, Michael P. McParland
- Dreaded Sleep, Michael P. McParland
- Don't Say, I Said, Michael P. McParland
- it is Not My Business To See Who A Catho.., Bijay Kant Dubey
- This situation, hasmukh amathalal
- 'Poetry is a triangular art', Pranab K. Chakraborty
- What have I Given To This Life, What Has.., Bijay Kant Dubey
- At least, SALINI NAIR