Wild Gentin - Burren
We have experiences some forgotten and some not. Most to teach us and for us to learn, some to forget as we hang our head in shame. Some to be proud of and hold our head high. But most experiences are to help us live and learn, to make mistakes and to learn, to try and to learn, to take risks and to learn. The longer we live the more we know we have to learn.
I wrote this poem just 8 years ago but its origin rests in the late year of 1990 while on a train from East Berlin to Poland.
“Plays On My Mind”
Once long ago I met a man on a train
Travelling home after working so much in vain
Not much to show for his working day
He left his family so as to feed them by this only way
There were many of us from afar
Acting like kids full of jar
This man can’t careless that we are here
To pay for his family so dear
We gave him drink and did not cheat
Never a wild bunch did he meet
When from his bag he did offer us a sweet
They were for his love ones that he was to meet
At that moment I knew where I was
He had offered us more then he knows he does
We never took one to be so kind
Till this day this man plays on my mind
Thanks to Jan for the permission to display her beautiful Photograph of the Wild Gentin – Burren, County Clare, Ireland
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