Tony Fallon,Poet

Friends? ©2019TonyFallon0217

Most everybody in this town loves you and I have proof
You are never snooty or cranky you never are aloof
All who have already met you have nothing but high praise
I have joined the masses and I have only known you for days

You are very new to this town and in financial danger
Be wary of false friends you could be the perfect stranger
Alas there are people in this town with hearts that are like stones
Who will pretend they are your friend then hit you up for loans

Later you'll find it difficult your capital to collect
Not everybody you trust is as honest as you'd expect
They may use some twisted logic and may even get upset
And say if you hadn't lent them the money they wouldn't be in debt

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

Drinking© 2019TonyFallon0215

If I ever said I loved you I was being untrue
I must have been drunk if I said that to you
How we ever got together is still mysterious
I must have been on LSD and was delirious
I remember being in a bar I remember you arriving
You said we went out that night I hope I wasn’t driving
You said I agreed to marry without any pre-nup contract
If I ever said that to anyone that I’m going to detract
I do remember you saying hello and giving me a hug
Maybe when I wasn’t watching in my drink you put a drug
You can sue me all you want there will be no ceremony
No matrimony, no palimony and definitely no alimony

The Fire is Out©2019TonyFallon0212

It's so hard to write about the good times when you are sad
It's easier to write about the bad times when you're glad
When the gloom of sadness descends it's hard to remember
Memories have become as useless as a cold ember
The flames were like a bonfire but the light was short and brief
The intensity of those moments have changed into grief
Elvis has left the building the flames of true love extinct
The hearts that once beat so wildly no longer are they linked

Ego©2019TonyFallon0212

Ego©2019TonyFallon0212

…..How do you write about ego,
……..without sounding egotistical?

You said I had a big ego
I have a right to, I’m from Sligo
I call it a superiority complex
Which I find hard to keep in check
I don’t consider this a defect
All my writing is spell checked
Over and over until it’s correct
That’s as close as I can get to perfect
I check them all for verbs
And my friends praise me in blurbs
All my poems have proper titles
And people want autographs at recitals
I have the right case for nouns
And the correct spelling for towns
I don’t care how often you chide
I have my dignity I have my pride

Old Age©2019TonyFallon0210

I just looked in the mirror yesterday and got an awful scare
The last time I looked I had twice as much hair
That time my now dull eyes were bright and shiny
And the big wart on my nose that time was tiny

My beard of course is longer because I do not shave
I haven’t been to the barber so my hair will not behave
Some of my teeth are missing gold and silver fillings
I would never go to the dentist I cannot stand the drillings

I saw my red and rosy cheeks’ are beginning to sag
I looked at my right eye again and I swear I saw a bag
I felt for the cute dimple I used to have in my chin
It is now covered with fat and leathery tough old skin

My once normal size nose suddenly seems to be growing
I have a lot of allergies it could be from all the blowing
My ears were the proper size and adequately held up my shades
Now they are so ugly I’ll have put up my hair in braids

I decide to check my arms instead of muscles now there’s fat
And my former bulging chest has now turned very flat
I picked up the barbell in the garage later trying to do a squat
Whatever muscles I have in my back turned into a knot

I was not a beef eater or beer drinker so I had no big beer belly
What once I could keep inside my pants has turned into jelly
I’m finally sagging and drooping this old age is really a farce
Thank God I didn’t have two mirrors I’m afraid to look at my (behind) (a**e)

The doctor said my once sleek sexy body is starting to decline
That I should pack in the job and get more sleep its time to resign
There’s no moral to this poem because I’m not a sage
But if there’s one thing to avoid in life I’d vote for old age.

It's not my fault if you're unhappy
And all of your comments are snappy
If you want to be moody that's okay
I will come back some other day

The trip you are taking leaves me weary
I know each day we can't be cheery
I've taken this trip with you before
And got so little thanks for the chore

You say in love you are unlucky
I told you to forget the girl from Kentucky
That she'd cause you nothing but aches
You keep making the same mistakes

You never listen to anyone's advice
And keep making decisions that are unwise
Misery and you are often a pair
But I'll not be a partner to your despair

You keep saying you'll turn a new leaf
But you only do what causes you grief
When you are happy being sad
Then you are not a good comrade