You In Your Ways
Should it really matter what you think of me
I am an Irish person that is all I can be
Born and raised in Claraghatlea a mile from Millstreet Town
That remains as my only claim to renown.
In thirty five years of penning a good span of time
One can say I've written a whole heap of rhyme
And though many my stuff may not read or recite
I only write because I do love to write.
To Nature I try my best to be a friend
For our existence on her we do depend
Her secrets from us she has hidden away
And from her we do learn something new every day.
So little in common we have for to share
And what you think of me I am all too aware
We do look at life one can say differently
And you in your ways are quite different to me.
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