Be young
Be merry
Have no cares
Have no worry
Have yourself a drink
Have yourself a song
Have yourself a time
For it never lasts too long
In our youth in dreaming fields
We stared upon the stars
“That is what we’re made of, boys—
that is what we are!”
Yesterday we ourselves
Were the patter of little feet.
This morning we are the boots
Marching in the street.
Tonight in dwindling numbers
We will raise our glasses high
For tomorrow we give fine speeches
And ignore our mother’s cries
And in our age we’ll wonder
As we stare at dust and earth
For that is what we are, boys
And that is what we’re worth
This a fine piece. It is a journey filled with representations of life–an examination of mortality and a tribute to tradition. It could even be sung. Well done!
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Many thanks, Kathleen.
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You surpass yourself Sir.
An excellent poem that cries out
for music. Irish music. Irish, I tells ya. 😃
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A thousand thanks for reading, my friend.
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From the glory days to the grave… make each day count, for they are so few. Your wise message was heard loud and clear.
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Hope you enjoyed the poem. I like writing (or trying to write) things that have an open meaning, or at least a double meaning, so that they can mean something to everyone.
Your poetry reads as if you wrote it effortlessly, but I’m sure that’s probably not the case. That’s the mark of a true poet. It would be interesting to know what your creative process is like.
Many thanks for stopping by to read and comment.
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I enjoyed reading your poem so very much! There’s truth and humor in what you write — raw beauty, as well. Thank you for your kind words, Og. I was so happy to discover your blog more than a year ago now.
It’s wonderful how the miles that separate us all here at WP are insignificant when our words bridge that gap. Someday, perhaps, we’ll mull over our creative process over beer or tea. 🙂 ❤
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Yes, beer in the evening and tea in the morning. 🙂
I’m only joking, of course. You’ve been a tremendous help to me in so many ways, I’ll never be able to repay you for that. Thank you so much for your thoughtful words.
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Haha! Oh, what an imagination!! That was actually very clever and naughty. 😀
Who could not stop and try to help a lost soul? Lol. I’m joking — you’re very sweet, and I did nothing but get captivated by your writing. You’re much too humble!
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Thank you, Rose.
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A great song. One for the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem?
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Wouldn’t that be something? Thanks for reading, Derrick.
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Representation of life in a great way. From starting to the end, our perspectives change so much…our views towards life take almost paradigm shift! Loved the poem… 🙂
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Thank you so much for reading and your kind words.
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Always a pleasure to read your poems… 🙂
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🙂
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Great quote. How do you know Brendan Behan?
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From books of his own and anecdotes told by others. I don’t recall the original source of that particular quote offhand. Thanks for stopping in to read and comment.
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Thank you
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the words conjure both a welcomed celebration of life; yet also the sentiments of (WWI) soldiers facing the possibility of not returning home…isn’t that why we should live our life the best, no matter the age, for we do not know how tomorrow shall unfold.
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Thank you, Douglas, you’ve come closer to the meaning than anyone outside my family and lifelong friends. The poem is about the stages of life, and about soldiering. It’s also about how young idealists become old pessimists. And many other things. Thanks very much for reading and commenting.
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my pleasure 🙂
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Truly impressive and so wonderful to read! I totally agree with it being perfect for a song or ballad! Love the images it creates in my head and the effortless seeming flow of your words! 🙂 Wish you a perfect sunday! Sarah 🙂
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Thank you Sarah.
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Lovely song young warrior…THANX for dropping by and then following my blog. ~~dru~~
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Thank you, and you are very welcome.
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