Irish Man"You can do anything ~~ if you’ve a mind to"
Came the soft voice
speaking out from a tethered, sunken, sofa
through smoke screens
and hot toddied, long Johnny Walkers
Words of such stature
from a frailing, paling, half-forgotten
wearied lost man
not much older than my own mirrored imageIn time I’ve searched my mind for truths
There was never a moment for you
I can still hear your harp wailin’ Saint Louis Blues
in my mindOnly fifty-eight years ~~ then gone
~~ weary drifter on life’s path ~~ artist, musician, solitary man
~~ extinct
Here I say to youYou are the lighthouse who still guides me
through the craggy rocks and fog
The evergreen of hope in my night
How you shine ~~ keeper of my proud heartThe very reason I stand tall
and carry on in this crowd
has everything to do with you
Gone but not forgotten ~~ Irish Man
Another Saint Patrick's Day Poem