Good Memories Of What Was With Me Poem by Francis Duggan

I was never much use at Gaelic Football
And at Hurling and Soccer i was of little or no use at all
And at running i always was well off of the pace
In any race i never finished in a place
In a Parish where those good at sport are held in high esteem
Sport is for winners or so it does seem
Yet in the place i was born in and where i grew into a man from a boy
A youthful existence i did enjoy
I learned that winning is not everything
Though your praises the sporting fans never may sing
And i made good friends in my first home place far away
And though i have not seen them for many a day
In my dreams i often do meet them again
And good memories of what was with me do remain.