The Girls Of My Young Years Poem by Francis Duggan

The girls of my young years where are they today?
Perhaps some from the Hometown they live far away
And are in their late fifties or early sixties maybe
And perhaps any of them I will never more see.

Some of them in the home Parish they choose for to stay
And their grandchildren are local school-goers today
And do they use hair dyes for to cover their gray?
So few choose to age in the natural way.

The girls of my young years I've not seen for years
No doubt they have enjoyed laughter and they have shed tears
That falling in and out of love it can bring
Of their youthful beauty I gladly will sing.

The girls of my young years are now getting old
I recall them when they were lovely to behold
And young in my memory they will remain
And I see them when I am on memory lane.