AN IRISHMAN FORSEES HIS DEATH

I am engaged in an everyday battle

A battle without gung-ho or glory

A battle that will one day end in death

 

And the drip drip drip

Of concern after concern slowly

Wears away my outer shell

 

BUT

 

Inside I am as potent as ever

As lively as a salmon leaping

Freed from the waters of care

 

Residing amongst the Gods

High up on ould Olympus

Ripe for challenge and risk

 

Inner shines forth from

The time wearied outer

Never so sure of my fate

 

These leathered hands shake from

Purest anticipation, I am

Headed for heaven by autumn

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