When I Last Spoke To Johnny Poem by Francis Duggan

When I last spoke to Johnny one of the sad sacks of the town
He told me of his troubles how life had got him down
His wife of six months Jo had left him in her life a new man
Even as marriage goes nowadays that is not a lengthy span.

In his life's twenty fifth year one can say in his prime
One would swear by the sad look on his face he was running out of time
That he had a terminal illness or something just as bad
For him I could not help but feel sorry he looked so awful sad.

On saturday in the town park between half past one and two
I listened to his story for him that was all I could do
Since I have problems of my own and far more than a few
And stories of love's disappointments are nothing fresh and new.

Towards Jo he seems so bitter love has it's other side
Hard to believe six months ago she was his happy bride
The love that is the quickest to bloom is the quickest to die
Whoever first did speak such words was not telling a lie.

Young Johnny is a lovelorn man how sad this life can be
And I can only feel for him he has my sympathy
But his worries that seem big to him to others would seem small
Life sometimes knocks us to the ground but we rise after a fall.