The Daily News

 The Daily News © Tony Fallon072518.

In a store this morning I bought the Daily News

The front page had Trump's and Putin's opinions and views

Page two had sad stories of Chicago and a shooting

A burned out store in the Bronx where there was looting

A factory being accused of blatant polluting

And trains being late for those poor souls who are commuting

There was something bad about the mayor he flatly denies

You can't believe a word he says bad or good he always lies

The new bridge gets a name supposedly to help tourism

It's the Governor's father name that of course is nepotism

Enough, enough today I want to be put in a good mood

I don't want to read any more items that are mean or lewd

I don't want to hear of companies that are firing

I want to hear the kind of stories that are inspiring

Like the teenager who gets up before five o'clock

To walk his blind neighbor's dog six times around the block

About the widow who is struggling to feed her brood

And gathers empty cans and bottles to help buy the food

We hear far too much about overdoses cocaine and crack

And not about the kids out there every morning on the track

There are fathers who have to leave their children and wives

To fight in foreign wars in strange lands and risk their young lives

There are teenagers volunteering their summers without complaint

And for the poor people their houses they repair and paint

They are out there working pounds off in the hot sun perspiring

Not in some fancy store where Paris Hilton is herself admiring

In the cool of autumn they help by raking up the leaves

Then climb on a ladder and take the build up out of eaves

When the winter winds are blowing and it's five below

What better way to get warm than cleaning a neighbors snow

But those are not the stories that take up any daily space

The good deed are not recognized and that's a disgrace

Those young people should be recognized for their time donated

And helping older people not feel so alone and isolated

But that's not likely to happen while egotist blow their horns

And act like they are Gods or the one who wore the thorns.

I hope the young don't look at the world in complete delusion

And the wish they make it better is not an optical illusion

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 She was one girl in a million I knew at first glance 

With no rings on her finger this could be romance

I felt the sharp stimng of cupids arrow 

go right through my bones to the marrow

I loved the way she pronounced my name with a drawl

I asked her where she came from she said from Montreal

She looked so lovely her manners were divine

She was like an angel I was on cloud nine

She talked about me that night on the radio

As I listened in the wee hours to her show

I asked her if she'd ever heard of  Donegal

She said I hear it's warmer there than in Montreal

I never will forget one magic evening in the park

We stayed there with her friends till nearly dark

She introduced me to them all with great pride

We were so happy to be sitting side by side

I often go back to the hill and sit there on a shawl

And remember very fondly the girl in Montreal

She is a member of a band who often goes on tour

And if they come this way we will meet for sure

She has even promised and this may seem bizarre

That I can sing with them about Whiskey in the Jar.

But I still have one problem which might seem small.

The girl I love still lives in Montreal. 

The girl I love now lives in Montreal

Lisa went back to Canada in the fall

I told her more than 50 times I loved her

And all the stars that shine above her

With broken hearts some men go insane

Seven years have passed I still feel the pain

I told her if she stayed I'd treat her like a doll

She had a visitors visa and went back to Montreal.

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I met a cute girl at the Irish Arts

She said she came from distant parts

I thought she meant Atlanta or New Orleans

I found out later that she came from Queens

I asked what Avenue or what street

She said forget my address lets go in the back seat

I told her this might be uncomfortable for a small sedan

That if she had told me I could have brought my minivan

When she told me what she had in mind I was blushing

I’ll never forget the first night with the girl from Flushing.

What happened next in that Honda needs no description

But I didn’t need to get a Viagra prescription

She said later I hope you have no regrets

Let’s go to The Shamrock where they are playing sets

There will be John and Margie and young John Paul

And a woman from New Jersey making the call

Later we can go to McGrath’s or The Blackthorne

There will be sessions at both until early morn

I said there is no need for us to be off rushing

I was enjoying the back seat with the girl from Flushing

She was staying on 145 and she had one of those deals

Where you share a room with three full meals

Still, I took her out to Angels for the finest pork chops

And bought her wine made from the finest hops

To use her room we definitely couldn’t plan

But there was plenty of action in my minivan

She abandoned me on Friday over on Golden Hill Road

And my car was at McGrath’s in a different zip code

She is gone forever this realization is really crushing

I don’t have the phone or address of the girl from Flushing