Living on my own
It’s easy to get slack
Not bother about doing this or that
No one here to criticise
No one here to care
Take your time – is it time to bat?
Consider food for instance
Cooking and such like
Now it’s only me to have a meal
Slowing down I tell myself
Why do all that mess
Get them in I’m sure they’ll do I guess
So ready meals I get myself
And frozen gets delivered
Saves me all the cooking don’t you know
And for a while I rest content
This easy-osy heaven sent
But then I start to miss what’s fresh to grow
I remembered an old priest
From long ago
An Irish country fellow a good man
He put up such a feed to me
I never will forget
Bacon and cabbage potatoes from the pan
Right says I
Coming to today
The frozen and the ready out my way!
I’m off to get the cabbage
The bacon and the pan
And potatoes – I ‘ll have a busy day
When we die
And when we get to heaven
A banquet I believe is put in place
I want no fancy foodstuffs
No caviar for me
Bacon and cabbage
And then you can say grace
Brian Fahy
21 May 2021-05-21
Erris Poetry 