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-

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