I saw you down O’Connell Street, first to cross the pedestrian crossing
Still, still after all these years, still in a rush, you didn’t see me, or did you
Is that why you moved so swiftly, away from my piercing eyes
I had been talking, in the Palace Bar, to that Tom Carney, the lawyer farmer
He said I had caught it, you know, the regret, he said I had caught it, with the repetition
