O'Haire Poem by Jacque Hardison

Lived in a wooden cabinet
In the middle of the Randalstown Forest
A man name O' Haire
Sat outside and played his clarinet
Never got any rest
Rocking back and forth on his chair
O' Haire had a passion for music
Stayed up all night and played
From Melody to Melody
O' Haire was very sick
He was afraid
This illness was his biggest enemy
O' Haire always wanted to be a musician
To be able to play in the National Concert Hall
He was the nicest guy anyone can meet
One day a man's suspicion
Heard such beautiful music and he saw
O' Haire playing in his seat
This man was named Sheamus
He told O' Haire that he was phenomenal
And should play at the National Concert Hall
For O' Haire it was a plus
It thought it would be impossible
He got up and leaned towards the wall
O' Haire calmly said yes
Sheamus said farewell and said 'see you Sunday'
When he left O' Haire was ecstatic
He knew he was blessed
He didn't know what else to say
He felt as if this was all magic
O' Haire went to bed
Whlie sleeping
He felt pain in his throat
O'Haire spat out blood that was crimson red
Flipping sides and began weeping
Felt also his stomach bloat
Woke up feeling just fine
O' Haire knew today was the day
He dreamed to live and he's living the dream
It was his time to shine
He began to pray
That his music will be on mainstream
Hours later O' Haire arrived
Many people were at attendance
Sheamus said 'Good to see you lad, you ready? '
O' Haire said 'Yes! Nervous but I know to strive.'
Sheamus then said 'Good luck and know your awareness.'
O'Haire went up to the stage and was very steady
He began to play
However O'Haire felt the pain
He then regurgitated blood and fainted
The people were shocked and didn't know what to say
Sheamus then took him to the hospital with no complaint
He looked at at O'Haire and his skin was gray
By the time they got there
O'Haire was dead
Sheamus broke down into tears
He said 'This is not fair'
'He worked his whole life for that one moment.' Sheamus then said.
For years and years
O'Haire sat in the same chair
O'Haire loved what he was doing
Playing his clarinet and dreaming
One day he would play at the National Concert Hall
Although he died from internal bleeding
O'Haire's name was booming
All across Ireland and remembered at the meeting at town hall.