It always seems the same old story -
No matter what grand heights are won -
We die with out best work unwritten,
We die with out best work undone.

Unwritten books, unpainted pictures
In millions are, beneath the sun.
We die, with our great thoughts unpublished,
We die with our best work undone.

(C) Henry Lawson
03/29/2017


Best Poems of Henry Lawson

• Cinderella
• Corny Bill
• The Pink Carnation
• The Teams
• Cromwell
• The Country Girl
• The Rebel
• The Wattle
• Poverty
• That Pretty Girl In The Army
• Sez You
• Sweeney
• The Gathering Of The Brown-eyed
• The Paroo
• Next Door
• The Cliffs
• Victory
• The Vote Of Thanks Debate
• Knocked Up