Monday, February 25, 2019

Looking In©TonyFallon0216

Looking In©TonyFallon0216
We had no phone in Ireland so I had to walk a mile
Just to hear you laugh or to see you smile
I did this daily it must have been for eight years
And when we finished national school we both left there in tears
I was going to the brothers you to the convent
No more sitting in the same desk I was discontent
Yet our romance flourished as we cycled home
Until one day you said you were going o’er the foam
But I had an uncle in America and I asked him to petition
And if maybe he could fix me up with a full time position
It took a long time to get the papers much to my chagrin
I’m physically here in America now no more outside looking in

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