The Auld Fella. Poem by Michael Cochrane

He sits in the snug in Fletchers pub, in Naas, county Kildare.
With his Guinness in hand he sings the bright blue rose.
He remembers his days as a sailor and the raging seas. He recalls the salt air and the dolphins and the good company of his lost shipmates.
Broken hearts in every port he recalls the Colleens.
With a thumb he catches the barman and a nod of his head another pint arrives.
As he dreams of his past and the passing of time, now in the autumn of his life.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026