About once a month he'd knock on the back door
Selling things door to door his remedies and more
There were ointments and lotions only from him
You couldn't buy these things in a shop again
There was eucalyptus for your handkerchief
For a cold to breath in for stuffy noses relief
And ointments for a scrapped knee
To apply when treatment was needed for free
But these door to door salesmen are no longer around
Another part of Australia that can no longer can be found
The Rawleighs man has left his mark in our history
With the old world no longer being a story.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We had the same rawleighs man in America Who would bring all kinds of unusual tonics, lotions and remedies. unfortunately, he became extinct with the proliferation of pharmacies across the country even in the most remote areas. your poem conveys perfectly that nostalgia we all feel for a part of life now gone forever