To Be Born And Raised In Claraghatlea

Poem By Francis Duggan

To be born and raised in Claraghatlea my only claim to fame
Though few back there now would remember my name
For I left that old Townland more than two decades ago
When the old hill of Clara wore his hat of snow
Back there now I would feel a stranger today
And the young generation who live there would say
Who is that old fellow he does look rather gray
Has he flown in here from some place far away
But their parents though ageing of course I would know
And I would know the fields where the old rivers flow
Time did not wait for me and though my better days gone
Some things never change though the clock it ticks on
And the boy of the fifties is long past his prime
He too is a victim of old father time.

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