You did wet the bed (and in later years you urinated in the wardrobe); affected by those most afflicted, loved by those with most to lose
Yet the sunshine shone; laughter from the very soul of humans; smile at that first Ford Cortina
Say thanks to all who offered teachings; thank each one as each one equal:
The labourer, the tradesman, the foreman, the manager, the family, the muse, the lover, the you
Late nights, upstairs on the late night bus; fields and parks and dance-halls and bars and stars
Seas of the wildest water, mill ponds of the calmest calm; no harm to reminisce, nothing being lost through nostalgia
Kiss the Blarney Stone, kiss her just once around the corner; that bliss should find you scintillatingly present
Not misrepresenting hurt, nor hurt and hunger, not misrepresenting truth, nor truth and torture
Your journey, my journey, our journey, this journey; we do not know where we are going, yet
We do find our love in our lover's head, we do have the finest clothes, in the wardrobes of our minds
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