OldIrishSundays©2022TonyFallon0210
Most little things were big when I was small
Then you'd appreciate a red rubber ball
Footballs and new hurley sticks few could afford
They would have to be shared and safely stored
Many a broken hurley was fixed with tin
To throw broken ones away would be a sin
You got some toys once a year at christmas
And Sundays and holidays were reserved for mass
We'd read comics to see if Dick was in danger
Then ride Roy Rogers Trigger with the Lone Ranger
Not one of the stores in town were ever open
An unwritten law rarely ever broken
It was only considered a day of leisure
Reserved for church sport rest and other pleasure
Like listen to the big game on the radio
With Michael O'Hehir with his blow by blow
With no game we might play ball in the alley
Or hunt for rabbits with salt in the valley
Often in the lake we would fish hours for pike
Bringing them in a bag on our mother's bike
On rainy evenings we played darts or rings
Snakes and ladders or draughts with men and kings
On the melodian mom would play tunes
And that's a way to while away afternoons
Or just sit around the fire telling old tales
Or maybe old ghost stories in great details
The long summers evenings were a delight
Often it was not dark until near midnight
Ah the events of youth were so pleasant
But I'm way too old to do them at present
Old age plays such awful tricks on mind and body
I'd rather use the rocker with a hot toddy
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