I used to play for Clapham Harps
London SW4
A football team of Irish lads
Sawf London lads and more
Johnny Harte he was our manager
A native of Kildare
Lovely fellow gentle man
Never heard him swear
I was upper twenties then
Slowing down a bit
But happy to be playing
I could play a bit
You’ve got a shot so use it
Johnny said to me
You’re too sparing with that shot of yours
I know and I agree
I knew the gifts I had in me
But the church had let them go
All my powers and gifts that time
They didn’t want to know
And I was soft and gentle
I wouldn’t give a shout
Until the day I left them
To see what I’m about
My sister Tricia saw it all
With eyes so clear and true
You could be anything you want
You have it all in you
But the Church came by and grabbed you
You didn’t stand a chance
She cried when I was priested
I am lost now to the dance
Brian Fahy
18 February 2022
+ After training on a Thursday night, during Lent, all the Irish lads were in the pub drinking lemonade, while I, the priest enjoyed my pint of Guinness. The benefit of being only Irish descent!
Erris Poetry 