If some one told you the story of your life
It would be very different from the one you tell yourself
They see with other eyes another point of view
You see with inner feeling you know what it cost you
Early days are hopeful the sun often shines
Early expectations pave the way
Then comes youthful torment neither child nor grown
The world is all confusion every day
Disciples to Emmaus joined upon the road
Tell their tale of sorrow to a stranger
Our own hope had been – there’s an epitaph!
They never saw it coming not the danger
The Christ he had to suffer the stranger then explains
It’s written in the Scripture plain to see
It’s written in the everyday the sorrow and the pain
No one gets to live scot free no not you not me
It’s only at the end of life we fully understand
Something that my mother said to me
And she was 94 a lot of learning there
We’ll get there in the end just you see
Brian Fahy
20 April 2022
Erris Poetry 