Billy Connors Poem by Francis Duggan

Billy Connors



As a young man from his first hometown in Duhallow he traveled far away
Billy Connors of Newmarket where might he be today?
Last met him in Clifton Hill in the mid nineties at the Normandy Hotel
Perhaps then in his early forties and looking healthy and well
Perhaps he remained in the Melbourne suburbs he seemed happy there
Though the lure of the wander could have taken him elsewhere
At the weekends in the Normandy he enjoyed the sessions of music and beer
Gregarious by nature he enjoyed the pub atmosphere
In Duhallow he would not have been one for to grow old and gray
He was talking then of a visit home to Newmarket but not there to stay
A likeable fellow as i do recall
One who could laugh at life and his worries seemed small
Back then he was one who was well past his prime
And this is going back near two decades in time.

Saturday, July 23, 2016
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