Always tomorrow - H'work for w/e 1.3.16

[Maureen K Clifford]

ALWAYS TOMORROW ... Maureen Clifford © The #Scribbly Bark Poet


At the end of the day there were no red flowers waiting
and no bright lights shining, no table for two.
Just a hole in his pocket as big as tomorrow
through which his loose change and his dreams had slipped through.

He was always the first one in line at the dockyards
his cloth cap in hand and his boots patched and worn.
But the foreman it seemed always passed this bloke over
as being too scrawny or not 'native-born'.

Oh his accent was Irish there was no mistaking
the brogue and the lilt from the green hills near Larne
and his blood was the blood of Kings and of Vikings,
his heritage proud from the day he was born.

But here he was no-one, just one among many
a man seeking work to sustain hearth and home
and though living was hard and not for the feint hearted
he had the tenacity of standing stones.

He'd hope for tomorrow and hope for the future
His home now was here and to it he'd be true.
He would never look back, he'd left behind the troubles
and there was one last thing he knew he must do.

He walked the dirt road that straggled from the city,
rejoiced in the sunlight, the birds and the view
and he gathered the wild rose, bottlebrush, gold wattle
sweet flowers, for his lady - his love to renew.

[Neville Briggs]

Was his name Kelly ??

[Maureen K Clifford]

Begorrah Neville - no it wasn't - it was Connor W McGonagall - great grandson of William Topaz McGonagall, poet and tragedian of Dundee, widely hailed as the writer of the worst poetry in the English language.

[Neville Briggs]

Or as Spike Milligan called him McGoonagal.

[Maureen K Clifford]

Ah! You know him I didn't think his poetry was all that bad actually

[Neville Briggs]

Maureen !! It's dreadful

[Maureen K Clifford]

You're right - it is - but I have actually read worse

[Catherine Lee]

'Just a hole in his pocket as big as tomorrow through which his loose change and his dreams had slipped through'.
Good one Maureen, and another history lesson for me!

[Maureen K Clifford]

Thank you Katherine for reading and commenting but don't take the history lesson to heart it is all a figment of my imagination