A St. Patrick’s Day Poem from a friend

17 Mar
Four leaf clover

Here's wishing us all a bit o' luck today and always

ON THIS. ST. PATRICK’S DAY

It’s that time o’ the year when I miss them the most
And their memories return like the touch of a ghost.
They are gentle yet painful, like lovers apart
When you whisper their names they are breaking your heart.
Now I see them before me, their laughter and joy
Is a welcome reminder when I was a boy,
When the future ahead was a dance and a song
And we’d be there forever all singing along.
But the future becomes present, and present the past
And Time’s not your friend and Death does not fast
For they work hand in hand ‘till they steal it away
And there’s nothing but tears on your St.  Patrick’s Day.
So to those that you miss, give a thought and a prayer
And to those that you love, a kind word that you care
And we live with the hope such a fondness will last
For we all become memories in somebody’s past.
Terence A. McVicker

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