‘Used to be a pilgrim’
I used to be a pilgrim, with a searching mind
Searching for a better world to live in
A world with a caring’ loving humankind
I found a world of war, gluttony and sin
I used to be a pilgrim, looking for the truth
Filling my mind with knowledge and fact
Education was the meat of my youth
Until I found, life was not an act
I used to be a pilgrim, looking for love
Taking love where and when I found it
I enjoyed the push and shove
Free love, I found I didn’t fit
I used to be a pilgrim, but I’m not searching no more
Now I spend my days thanking the man above
I’ll leave pilgrimage to the students of folklore
Now that I’ve found Noireen and true love
MICMAC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem