I Miss The Old Friends Poem by Francis Duggan

Though little strange in that most migrants would say
I often do think of old friends far away
More than twenty years since I've seen them and time ticking on
And my prime years of life to the ways of time gone.

The roads of life I have travelled up and down
Since I left the countryside near Millstreet Town
So many I knew at home now living elsewhere
I miss the old Town and the friends I had there.

I miss the old Town in view of Clara Hill
And I miss the old groves and the babbling rill
That flow through the old fields by many a ditch and hedgerow
I long for the life that I once used to know.

I miss the old friends from the Seasons ago
And I miss the old fields where Finnow waters flow
On to the Blackwater en route to the sea
The past I have left but the past won't leave me.