Let Me Feel It Again

Let Me Feel It Again Oh, take me back to where it all began Down the road from St Johns Tower Where Sarsfield sits atop his mount One can feel his elegant power St Johns school around the corner Where the nuns demanded attention They were just as tough as the brothers And they loved to dish out detention St. Johns Cathedral was majestic And every seat was taken Even down each isle and at the back The rosary beads were shaken It was hard to believe as you looked around At some of the people you see there Some were there to be seen by all And many had their minds elsewhere Outside the church door were collectors Seated at the table to welcome you in And you dropped your pennies or a little more If you didn’t, it would be a sin There was also a collection inside They pushed the basket under your nose For the weekly envelope they sent you That’s how one side of life goes The parishioners all around the town Were poor but they didn’t show it They managed to get along on what they had Helping each other out, when they could do it Then the good times came as technology grew When the business world came into the towns Now here am I, an ocean away, With memories, of our ups and downs Michael Christopher Daly Nov, 27, 2008