Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

Dublins loss

By: Peter William Stamp

Dublin’s somehow greyer
The edge gone off the ‘craic’
Stout tastes slightly flat
In a bar, yer man thinks back

“What’s missing here, what’s gone?
A glow was here, a smile
That girl last night - where’s she?
She lit the room a while"

"Her man’s a lucky fellah
To be with her all night
Sure's not the same without her!”
Aye – I reckon he’s right.