Most People When Young Poem by Francis Duggan

Most people when young they do daydream of fame
That many will love them and know them by name
And through the prime of their lives their dreams they pursue
But daydreams are daydreams and they seldom come true
I too had my daydreams of literary renown
But I left them in the old fields West of Millstreet Town
But in hindsight it does not matter at least not to me
That I never achieved what I dreamed I might be
For all of us there is a last night and day
And the clock on our lives it is ticking away
We are born as mortals and facts never lie
That famous and non famous mortals do die
Yet I have happy memories of when I was a boy
My daydreams of fame were things I did enjoy.