Irish Fire
what is up with the fighting fierce Irish?
reality appears to them garish
very sensitive yet beg you to stay
when you visit, for just another day
this is the problem with a great big heart
never knowing when to stop, just to start
living in the moment keeps it simple
but often surprises, with a pimple
my dad took every day, pimple or plain
taught me to believe in living again
to him I was nothing but superman
no son would not believe that Irishman
fire is hot and if too close you will burn
just respect the man and his heart will turn
-updated July 2016-
Copyright © Just James | Year Posted 2016
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