Saturday, December 11, 2021

It Was Not My Choice

It was not my choice to be born near the Town of Millstreet
In the green countryside where the waterways meet
But it was my choice to migrate from there long ago
That we do have some choices happens to be so
The Millstreet i grew up in would be different today
For time brings with it changes life works in this way
Nowadays Duhallow is new home to many a race
Where many migrants refer to it as their homeplace
Where i would be a stranger to many and few would know me by name
Those old fields i used to love would look much the same
As they did when i was younger many years ago
Long before time it did become my foe
And only the memories today do remain
Of what used to be and will not be again.

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