He is the youngest of our family <br />And it has been twenty years since him I last did see <br />But lately I spoke to him and one of his sons Richard by phone <br />Talking to him took me back to good times we have known. <br /> <br />Before he left Claraghatlea and married Eileen Brown <br />And went to live and to work by the far bigger Town <br />Our life's journey from Millstreet has us further away <br />But that's how it goes as some are known to say. <br /> <br />Younger than me by a few years and time ticking on <br />But the future is what matters since the past has gone <br />And one might say he has not changed that much at all <br />As the happy go lucky Denis I recall. <br /> <br />At Christmas in Claraghatlea we played with our toys <br />In the backyard of our old home when we were young boys <br />When old Clara mountain wore his hat of snow <br />Though here I am talking of a long time ago. <br /> <br />If not in Farnanes then maybe in Millstreet <br />He and I again may be destined for to meet <br />From old Claraghatlea my journey has taken me far <br />From where I live to where he live one could not drive by car.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-talking-to-denis/
