Chris Ford Poem by Francis Duggan

He grew to a man in Millstreet and is buried in Knocknagree
But he did not live to grow old in his mid fifties maybe
When the Reaper claimed the life of him the one who will claim the life of me
But a good person like Chris Ford will live in the memory

Of not alone in family and friends but all who knew him he was a gentleman
For he never harmed anyone in his not too lengthy life span
A person well worth knowing about him he did have a nice way
But on the length of the life span we are granted we do not have a say.

Chris Ford grew up in the Town of Millstreet where he spent some of his life
'Til he fell in love with a lovely woman from Knocknagree the one who became his wife
It was cancer claimed the life from him he did not live to grow old
But the story of his successful life is one that should be told.

And though even the mighty tree of the forest to the Reaper's scythe must fall
In the life of a good person like Chris Ford there's a lesson for us all
That the person in our thoughts is living though life's breath from the person gone
And in the memories of those who knew him Chris Ford is living on.