Irish Lament

Of all the things I’ve never said

And all the books I’ve never read

I kept all me thoughts to myself

They’re all sitting upon my shelf

The things I see are often foes

But only when my eyes are closed

The letters I wrote were never sent

And all the money I never spent

For I was often ragged and broke

I hid my pain and never spoke

I was never one to brag and boast

 But you should never listen to a ghost.

©JMN2021