Only The Poem by Francis Duggan

Only The



Though old Clara's face i may never more see
In my mind the mental pictures are living in me
Of the times i climbed the high fields of Claramore up to the old hill
The memories are with me as if time stood still

Perhaps i will never more see Claraghatlea near Millstreet Town
Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown
Since i last see the old fields many Seasons ago
My balding head gray and time has become my foe

To many in Millstreet i would be a stranger today
And the clock on my life ever ticking away
The babies when i left there now in their life's prime
And in memory one can only go back in time

Perhaps i will never again hear the robin sing
On a leafy birch tree in the prime of the Spring
And only the memories with me does remain
Of what used to be but will never be again.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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