Were I To Return

 Were i to return north today to near Millstreet Town

Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown

Perhaps a few  of  those who remember me there would say

So he has returned from that place far away

But we hear of in money he is in lack

A good reason for us not to welcome him back

And one without money in the World is without a friend

Hope he will not be asking us for a lend

But the old fields i loved would look much the same

I even used to know some of them by name

And Clara the old hill would not have aged in time

In the past it did often inspire me to rhyme

In visualizations i often do walk to where the waterways meet

In the green countryside near the Town of Millstreet

Just before sundown on an evening in May

Good memories die hard as the wise one does say

Without me the Finnow to the Blackwater flow

And in the flat damp fields the rank rushes grow

And as for people everywhere i find them much the same

The most of them daydream of wealth and of fame

If i ever return to near Millstreet Town

Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown

Some who knew of me today there would say

How come he is back from that place far away?