Dead In The Flesh Only Poem by Francis Duggan

They may be deceased but in my memory they have not died
My boyhood mentors from the far countryside
Their wonderful insights with me does remain
And in my flights of fancy I see them again
If I said they were dead then that would be a lie
For they will live in me 'til the day that I die
Dead in the flesh only in memory living on
To the faraway fields one might say they have gone
I still picture them on the streets of the town
On a nice Summer evening walking up and down
Or working in the fields in view of the hill
In Spring when the blackbird with the yellow bill
Is piping his music on the leafy tree
For as long as I live they will be living in me.