Niall Kelleher - Poem by Francis Duggan
Niall Kelleher of the Station Road a young man i used to know
He died of a terminal illness going back five years ago
Perhaps in his early forties then his spirit still lives on
He lives in the hearts of those who knew him though the life from him has gone.
Niall Kelleher was a nice man as nice as you'd wish to meet
A huge loss to his family and to the people of Millstreet
For there he had so many friends and though never to be seen in the flesh again
Around Millstreet Town and Parish fond memories of him do remain.
For Millstreet Gaelic Football team he wore the green and gold
And the Reaper claimed the life from him early he did not live to be old
He did not live to see his children the Millstreet colours wear
Or to be a grandfather with a silver head of hair.
And though from Millstreet in Duhallow i now live far away
I visualize Niall Kelleher as he once was today
A dark haired handsome fellow so gentle and so kind
And 'twould be fair to say his equal would be quite hard to find.
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