A decade on

 

I’ve been thinking about Donagh a lot lately,

But I’m not entirely sure why.

Seven decades might promise a life more stately,

But I’m not sure I shan’t cry.

 

Not so much a wander down memory lane,

As reflections on things missed.

What might he have made of Brighton’s lanes,

Or his grandchildrens’ heads not kissed.

 

And how would he feel about Leinster’s four stars?

Any welcomed in Athenry?

Triple crowns, Grand slams and Aussie scars,

Rugby to put a tear in your eye.

 

Saved a marriage with love and understanding,

Counsel greatly missed.

But he could not have stopped the drowning,

Some lives are simply dismissed.

 

I’ve been thinking about Donagh a lot lately,
But I’m not entirely sure why.