Treasure Island

Michael Micmac Mccrory

(25/01/1954 / Belfast N, Ireland)

'The pilgrim father'


‘The Pilgrim Father’

You were the greatest the greatest explorer
A genuine pilgrim father
When you ran out of places to explore
In this your own country
You began to explore the world
In your pilgrimage to find another shrine
For your apostles to worship
And to stand in awe at your skills
One more day one more Mecca

But before you set off on your voyage
Your brand new expedition
To search again in pastures new
May I just mention your wife?
And the children not yet grew
Think of staying home
Try exploring, how to be a dad
A husband who is true
The tablet left to them
Is a pill grim



MICMAC

Submitted: Friday, March 04, 2011
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