Have I reached the summit? 
Of my Mt Kosciusko 
Is it time to retire? 
To the valley below Mt Beauty 
Or will I remain here? 
Within the shadows of our You Yangs 

My mind is tired 
And these old bones 
Are pointing down 
I wake up with a frown 
Like I am wearing King Charles’ heavy crown  

Ironically, the day after my finest hour 
I am writing these words 
For you to read 
For everyone to read 

My quill is yet to run dry 
Nor has my river of tears run dry 
And my dreams continue to fly 
Freely under the moonlight sky