The old place sold again
One hundred thousand Euro
The old ancestral home
The Loftus/Fahy condo
That cottage on the shoulder
A poor and humble place
Not now – transformed in splendour
A house of warmth and grace
But not for me – you can’t go back
Life is all ahead
Memories may be happy
But you cannot make your bed
In dreams of yesterday
No matter how they seem
Life is here and now
And better than any dream
When dark days come upon us
We yearn for yesterday
Paul McCartney knew that
Gave him a good pay day
But darkness lifts eventually
The sun demands to shine
And your life must go with it
In the end you’ll find it kind
Brian Fahy
16 July 2022
+ When I was widowed I briefly toyed with the idea of going back to Ireland. It seemed a comforting prospect at the time. But I soon realised where my life really was – here where I am planted – and now I am blessed to have two grandsons at my door.
My grandfather’s poor dwelling has been enlarged and improved beyond measure and now sails on in its own journey with new owners and renewed style. My life too, after sorrow, has been enlarged and improved beyond measure, as I watch my son and his growing family live peaceful and contented days.
Erris Poetry 