It’s lovely to be well and to be old
To sit at home all day and not be told
My time’s my own to do with as I please
This time of life just right to be at ease
A window on the world I now enjoy
And writing every day I now employ
To share as best I can the things I know
And say goodbye to sorrow let it go
And every time the picture of my dad
Comes to my mind and of the life he had
How happy that man was and at the end
Content with life my father and my friend
My mother too the love she gave to all
The home she made the nest the cradle all
How hard she worked in hospital and home
Wise intelligent and a funny bone
Now the baton has been passed to me
Follow their good example let things be
Learn to be a granddad and father once again
Every day’s a bonus even now in rain
And following the Wanderers as I do
They won’t always win a thing I knew
But they are family local and we care
Win lose or draw we’re always there
I was not ever thus as Newman said
But now I lie content in my own bed
Grateful for how I found my way
Found Margaret and my son
Found my day
Brian Fahy
4 December 2021
Erris Poetry 