This poem was written by my Mother. It has no title and I am not sure when she wrote it. My sister Maggi gave it to me, so I thought I would share it with you.
A smokey room, chink of glass
The bar is full, no room to pass
Familiar […]
This poem was written by my Mother. It has no title and I am not sure when she wrote it. My sister Maggi gave it to me, so I thought I would share it with you.
A smokey room, chink of glass The bar is full, no room to pass Familiar […] This poem was written in August 1916 by my Grandfather P.J Keady, aged 19 while he served in the British Navy during the First World War. Drink There are moments when doubt and depression Make living seem like hell When ones thoughts are the consent obsession That mankind is everything […] |
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