Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Living on a Song

Walking into my kitchen
weighed down with shopping,
the radio was rocking out Supertramp,
sun streaming in
I dropped my bags
and sang along
feet tapping
hands in the air
as I recalled
when “Give a Little Bit”
was a new soundtrack,
it was my song
and I was just
a young thing.

I recalled a skinny blonde
facile and free,
rushing across Oliver Plunkett Street
on a warm summer’s evening,
in the door of the Teach Beag
laughter, music and craic
in the far corner,
the Cailíní gearing up
for a night on the town,
opportunity knocking
the future but a hum
living on a song.

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