Old Kenny Poem by Francis Duggan

Old Kenny



The years telling on him he is eighty three
And the land of his birth he may never more see
The hair on his balding head is silver gray
And clearly he has known a far better day

Like to everyone time it has become his foe
He is not the man he was decades ago
Since he left old Scotland where his life's journey began
Fit and strong and healthy as a twenty two year old man

Ten times a grandfather his best years long gone
But the will in Kenny remains strong to live on
Ten years ago to cancer he lost June his beloved Aussie wife
The best friend that he ever did have in life

Somethings from the past most people retain
His strong Scottish accent with him does remain
A man who like a few beers as well as music, dance and song
On Saturday at the pub he does enjoy the sing along

From his first home in northern Scotland he lives far away
But in Australia he will spend his last night and day
Old Kenny feels resigned that he will never more
See the Atlantic waves splashing on Scotland's shore.

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