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The Years Creep Up

When I was walking the Slieve Blooms a decade back, I was a lot fitter than now – though far from fit!!! – and the hair was black with grey. Time passes, and its now white with black!!!

Staring Down Forty

“Forty years from now, there wont be a word about us” ~ John Carty (dad) It is but three hours from now …

Aged Eyes

Aged eyes, that one were with passion lit Now are dark, as if no longer there Is life, much less passion, lost …

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