What can I do?
I’ve only ever known the world of words
Having been a priest these thirty years
Beg? I should be ashamed
Dig? I am not able
I’ll write some sermons
Earn a bob or two
But that is not enough
I’m stuck at home
In this new town
And nobody knows my face
You’ve got to get involved
She said to me
Maggie knew
She was my saving grace
An advert for a job in mediation
She gave it I pushed it away from me
Picked up again and revelation
This is my skill
The way that I can be
A world of words
Not always very nice
Turn negative to positive my task
At last fulfilment destiny and power
I enjoyed that work
Need you need you ask?
Brian Fahy
23 April 2021
Erris Poetry 