I often does think of what he used to say
Like loudmouthed grown males never matured from naughty boys
And empty vessels always make the most of noise
Pad who never spent many years in school
Was quite wise and knowledgeable and nobody's fool
He used to say jealousy was admiration in disguise
And that small minded people will never grow wise
He was an aged mentor in my young years in life
One who never had children or a partner or wife
But he was a fellow who had learned from life's every page
Old Pad he was surely Claraghatlea's last sage
Back then in his seventies his hair silver gray
In my memory Pad he is living today
For one of little education so much by him known
He was one who was in a class of his own
When i was a boy many decades ago
Time it had become Pad The Master's foe
Among the dead of Millstreet his last remains lay
Yet memories of him remain with me today.
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