The Old Fellow From Knocknagree Poem by Francis Duggan

You are what you are this is all you can be
I am quoting the old fellow from Knocknagree
His craggy wrinkled face is a familiar sight
In the local pub on a Saturday night

The hair on his balding head is silver gray
And clearly he has known a far better day
But happiness does not end beyond one's life prime
And the old Knocknagree bloke enjoys a good time

In his early eighties without children or wife
It can be said of him that he does love life
He enjoys the laughter the dancing and song
And he always joins in the pub sing along

Today in the Village in Sliabh Luachra his would be a stranger's face
And there he may well even feel out of place
He has not been back there for decades of years
And for his long gone youth he has shed his last tears

A character in his ways well loved and well known
In Warrnambool they do claim him for their own
You are what you are this is all you can be
I am quoting the old fellow from Knocknagree.