A Day In The Life Of Paddy Murphy, Broker Poem by Donal Mahoney
A Day In The Life Of Paddy Murphy, Broker
Riding home on the train, Paddy's aware
that after supper, cigarettes, TV and beer
a romp on the wife will cloak
the question for another day.
He'll fear nothing then
till noon the next day when
the question will rise all over again.
If his luck holds, he'll survive
the ride home on the train, aware
that after supper, cigarettes, TV and beer
a romp on the wife will cloak
the question for another day.
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4/19/2024 9:56:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem! - and Donal Mahoney just got added to my Favorite Poets List. He's a real poet, unlike poseurs like me who just dabbIe. Paddy Murphy's question is the same one I've been asking all my life.