Oh what a boy
I heard the news he’d passed
Still a warrior of class and hope
I shed a tear for his youth
Fire and spirit
He was gone!
Old comrades despaired
Some sung songs
Others raised a glass
To this fighter of working class
He was gone!
Brave they said
This was true!
Cheeky and fun
I said remembering
He was gone!
From here maybe
But not my heart
Or memory yet
I it hold here…for now
Another light dimmed
But I remember
His youth and fire!
Even now I see his smile
As we both sung the songs
Sold the paper
And shared thoughts
That illuminated dark days
I never said goodbye back then
We had the future to burn
You never find the time
To say the simplest of things..like
Thank you.
in memory of Willie McGartland 2021.
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