MEMORY OF A FRIENDSHIP

The morning had that fresh crisp feeling; the eyelids forced open the eyes I just didn't know where I was and the birds sang without any noise There was peace all around, which kept me from rising too fast It was a calm that covered the body, which was perfect to recall the past My mind hurtled back in time, when I went on an Irish vacation It had been ten years since the last one and twenty since my Emigration There had been many modern changes, for the better it was easy to see But no changes could be seen here, In Gods haven, the town called "KillKee" I am fully awakened at last after driving here the day before To find my old childhood friend, to hang around with once more We walked the Strand that morning, Cyril Downes and I by the sea Recalling so many old friends, who used to come here, "Killkee" Last night we went to his pub, t'was after a swim in the ocean We left footprints on the sand along with some tears of emotion We were welcomed by the crowd, Cyril sang " An Old Cowpoke"and "Raw Hide" He became the MC for the evening and I went along for the ride I had to leave the next day; our time together had run out As we waved at each other in silence, that's what friendship is all about Times like this, are etched in my memory; I look back on them with glee Thank God for giving me this one, My friend Cyril, Killkee and Me