Cold January it was

The day that I was born

A nurse smacked my bottom

Welcome to the storm

My mother loved me from day one

My father loved me too

Sisters and brother came along

We were a happy crew


I found a love to light my life

Margaret was her name

Ten years since I lost her

Ten years on my own

What have these years taught me?

All alone is death

We need the love of others

Vital as drawing breath


And when our time comes to depart

If loved ones are seen

I’ll depart this life as Big Tom says

The same way I came in

The journey done the contest over

Yes all passion spent

But happy in the knowledge

Love was a thing I kent


Brian Fahy

3 January 2023

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