There’s nothing like being proper
Said my dad
He and I together supping ale
Honesty and kindness and respect
He taught me that from earliest days
Till frail
A man who’d seen the darkness
Of the world
From coalface down the pit
To world at war
The human inequality
The dirt poor and the rich
The officers the men
The common ditch
It’s a simple truth
It stares us in the face
Treat another kindly
It’s a grace
Ne mind them idle chancers
Ne mind the folk that flee
Always be proper
My dad’s theology
Brian Fahy
3 October 2021
Erris Poetry 