When things are going badly
It’s time to make a change
Solksjaer departing sadly
Rangnick in range
Old year darkening dimly
Time to start anew
Advent turns our hearts to him
Whose coming will renew
Church gives out the warning
Stay awake and pray
Welcome each new dawning
Greet the break of day
My father on his deathbed
Silently he lay
Prepared to meet his maker
Brave soldier in his day
Now as my life ages
With numbers adding on
Stand with confidence I’m told
To greet the Son of Man
Old age brings on its frailties
The body is worn down
But the spirit is forever young
And that shall be the crown
Brian Fahy
27 November 2021
+ I enjoyed a lovely lunch the other day with my son, his wife Holly, the grandsons and my brother, Michael. ‘That is my little brother,’ I said to Lucas, 4, as I pointed to Michael. ‘What number is he?’ Lucas asked. ‘67,’ I replied. Quietly and with due reverence my grandson said, ‘That’s a big number.’
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