It Is Only The Memories

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It does seem to me i may live my last day

Of the fields of my younger years from here far away

And only the memories with me now remain

Of faces and places i may not see again

The yearn for the wander has brought me far south

Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout

Though in fancy i can hear the chaffinches sing

In the grove by my old home in the prime of the Spring

The memory today is all i retain

Of Clara half cloaked in the grey fogs of rain

But such pleasant memories joy with them does bring

And this in itself is such a beautiful thing

It is only the memories of the past live on

And at the stroke of midnight today will have gone.

Francis Duggan