I think of them often my friends far away
The people I've not seen for many a day
Some of them with the departed now lay
Time does not wait for us or respect to us pay.
I've not seen most of them for twenty one years
Though when I remember them 'tis not with tears
For 'tis only with joy I do recall the past
And the clock on our lives it keeps ticking on fast.
Perhaps many of them I will not see again
Though young in my memory they ever remain
It has been awhile now since we were in our prime
No doubt like me they too feel the passing of time.
The clock on our lives it just ticks on and on
And we must live in the now for the past it has gone
I left that old countryside Seasons ago
Where the stream from the mountain through Claraghatlea flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem