Old Bruno Poem by Francis Duggan

You will not hear Bruno complaining though his prime years are in the long gone
He says me love life and me happy and me hope for to keep living on
Until one known as reaper will take me and me hope that won't be for somewhile
He is such a happy old migrant the one with the broad toothy smile
Old Bruno he's never been married or known of the joy of being a dad
But he always does seem very happy he says life's too short to feel sad
Last year he visited his Hometown in Italy though there he did feel out of place
He says there me did feel a stranger and to everyone mine a strange face
Old Bruno he feels he's an Aussie me do love Australia he say
Me won't spend me last days in Italy far north of here and far away
In sports he does cheer on the Aussies in their colours of green and gold
At heart he is still a young person you don't tell him he is growing old
He has a few beers at the weekend with his mates at the local pub
And he's a member and a loyal supporter of both the town's cricket team and football club.