It Hardly Matters To Me Now

It hardly matters to me now if i was dunce of the primary school
Far north of the coastal countryside by Warrnambool
Or if in my life’s twilight years i cannot boast of a uni degree
Since time it does seem it has caught up on me

Since the years have left me wrinkled looking, bare headed and gray
And clearly i have known of a far better day
And though i am not one who has known of life’s success
I am not going into old age in a state of unhappiness

Though some things in life we would rather forget
No point in growing older with feelings of regret
Of mistakes we made and opportunities lost
Some of our lessons in life come to us at a cost

Some i went to school with not living today
And some in the home Parish did choose to stay
And some in big cities are aging far away
That most go on different life journeys does seem true to say

The dunce of the classroom six decades ago
And time that rusts iron has become my foe
Far south of the fields where the waterways meet
In the green countryside near the Town of Millstreet.

by Francis Duggan
http://francisrhymer.blogspot.ie/2016/12/it-hardly-matters-to-me-now.html

3 thoughts on “It Hardly Matters To Me Now”

  1. Francis!
    I can’t ever imagine you being a “dunce” because you and your family/especially the Dineens, came from such an abundance of brains. Yes, we of a similar generation are getting older, grayer, feebler. However, because we have braved the wider world, we have matured and developed an attitude that would never have been discovered had we remained in the birthplace….it is a very good thing indeed…keep on writing, Francis. I love your words
    anne duggan

  2. Your words have brought me home many times when I could not make the trip. You have helped more people than you will ever know. We are all battered and bruised at this point…but keep on writing! And thank you for your kind remembrance of good people from a long time ago.

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