Tis the Irish In Me...

You'll not see determination
like it...

this spirit sailed across
seven seas...

even as a child I fondly
recall it...

I knew I was different...
for what I believe...

for instance rich kids
down the road for their
Christmas a trampoline
they received...

they refused me entry...
so I took to hills...
walked off all disharmony...

whilst up there I found a 
bog in it a dead cow lodged...

this cow bloated like any
fair ground balloon could be...

so I climbed aboard her and 
I bounced all day...

cost me nothing my soul 
in tact...

...thinking back...lucky
the old cow didn't burst
or crack...

it's the universe you see
the higher power understands
watches over me...

I often think of that day...
the spirit of the poor...
is rich...

Where there is a will there
is a way.

anyhow those same kids
they got tired of jumpin
up and down...

so they came to our house
we teamed up played rugby
instead...

for I knew from an early age
as young as five it is not t'ings
that bring fulfillment...

it is other people and love that
bring us this full of life...that we
feel inside...

Tis the Irish in me...
this spirit I believe...

the spirit that sailed
seven seas

...the spirit from above
Tis the Irish in me...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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