Charles Barry Poet Rhyme

Pangs of Exile

Pangs of exile


In the season of the fallen leaf
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief
Should I join the expat web?
I will still receive The Sheaf
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief

I listen to a foreign tongue
The sound goes on the evening long
Oh to hear the name O’Keefe -
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief -
- Murphy, Kelly or O’Reilly,
Barry, Binchy, Casey, Miley
- Pangs of hunger, rhyming monger -

Oh to hear the Dublin scouse
Or to see St Margaret’s house
In Kilbarrack, Dublin 5
All gone now  but still a hive
Of people from the past
In Warsaw I may be the last 
Remembering………

In the season of the fallen leaf        
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief
I can’t go back
I must go on -
Like Beckett
I will go on -
In exile….

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Arturo Michael April 10, 2020 at 4:15 PM Not sure I read it well...but I like the feeling you put into the write...concerning the fallen leaf...