Father’s Footsteps

My father’s schooling finished at fourteen

But education lasted all his life

I found him quiet thoughtful

He’d never pontificate

I see him yet an old man

Leaning over a gate

 

Army life well suited him

And his time in India

The war blighted his chances

Of a footballing career

Married life and down the mine

Then his health broke down

Burnt the candle at both ends

Now he’s slowing down

 

Liked to bet the horses

Liked a quiet pint

Happy in that bungalow

To me he was a saint

I don’t mean perfect we have our flaws

But he was a godly man

I want to follow in his steps

I’ll try the best I can

 

Brian Fahy

3 September 2022