Sup Up

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

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