The same old Robbie Murphy he hasn't changed at all <br />The Robbie I went to school with and with played under age football <br />The Duhallow accent he took with him to the U S of A <br />Still very much a part of him and remains with him today. <br /> <br />He lives in Long Island in New York thousands of miles away <br />From Shannaknuck and Millstreet and the old fields of Liscreagh <br />'Twas his cousin Breda's husband Brendan emailed with Robbie's phone number a kind and a thoughtful thing <br />On his behalf and I felt glad to give my old mate a ring. <br /> <br />We talked about our schoolgoing days in Millstreet our home-place <br />Before the years had brought gray to the hair and wrinkles to the face <br />Before the wanderlust took Robbie from Millstreet County Cork <br />In his quest for adventure to the City of New York. <br /> <br />The same old Robbie Murphy he has not changed one bit <br />He has not lost his sense of humor or he has not lost his wit <br />Some as they age grow crustier but Robbie is not that way <br />He may be close to sixty but the boy in the man stay. <br /> <br />The same old Robbie Murphy he has not changed at all <br />As the young Robbie Murphy who starred at Gaelic Football <br />Way back in the early sixties for Millstreet in the green and gold <br />And to me he seems no different though he too is getting old.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-same-old-robbie-murphy/
