Where I May Roam Poem by Jayl Morris

Where I May Roam



Saint Patrick, won't you bless me.
I'm just an Irish lad.
I like me ale and merriment,
where e'er they be had.

Now, memories,
are for old men,
so far away from home.
So give me ale and merriment,
where e'er I may roam.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: holiday
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