Lost Irish Soul Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

He has gone past
being a man
He has transcended life
and crossed over
though he is still
here
His works and dreams
are
gone
Though he doesn’t know
He has become
a fragile shell
Holding the vestiges
of life
of family
to the end
He has faded
in the pain
Consumed
by the unfightable enemy
within
I stopped in to see him
on St. Paddy’s day
I hoped that he could make that party
that he wanted to attend
But it was not to be
If I could turn back time
by a week, I would
Just a week
All the man wanted
was a damn St. Paddy’s day party
He has become
one of the lost Irish souls
for on St. Paddy’s day
we are all Irish
At least
that is what he told me
I lift one for you tonight
Happy St. Paddy’s day
and goodbye to one damn good Irishman