Only memories of what was today i retain
I may never climb on old Clara again
And on it's bracken slopes stand gazing down
On the green countryside and the houses of Millstreet Town
It was my yearn for travel that lured me away
From where i first looked on the bright lamp of day
Claraghatlea just west of the Town of Millstreet
Near the rushy old fields where the waterways meet
In every migrant the past lives as a memory
Of the what was but never more will be
From living life experiences become our gain
And only the memories of what was with us remain
At midnight the past it will be today
And the now is all that does matter as the wise one does say.
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