Back in the sixties they were in their prime <br />But women quickly age and lose their bloom <br />And on sunday evenings they would dance till two <br />In the old Castle Ballroom in Macroom. <br /> <br />Their faces come to me from years ago <br />And they would be in their fifties today <br />The passage of time on their figures show <br />And they use tints and dyes to cloak their gray. <br /> <br />In the Castle Ballroom they experienced their first love <br />And in the Castle Ballroom they shed their parting tears <br />And the hurt of lost first love it lingers long <br />For weeks and months and sometimes even years. <br /> <br />Some of them settled in their old Homeplace <br />Where their childrens children attend school today <br />Whilst others took the migrant boat and plane <br />To live and work in cities far away. <br /> <br />Their youthful beauty in my memory stay <br />And I still see them dance in Ballroom in Macroom <br />But that was years ago and far away <br />And women quickly age and lose their bloom.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-old-castle-ballroom-in-macroom/
