Take me through the days, weeks, or months We've neglected ourselves - Overworked and inebriated respectively. You've never been without a job - But don't neglect a word.
Take utmost care through the moments That define your time: The trials, troubles, And metamorphic events which reframe Your view of the world, or your relationship with it. Tell me about the ones who make it easy.
We'll allow time for the detail. Your moments constitute a vicarious roadmap; A means to improve my world.
In return I can offer up a Dublin dinner: The best advice I've never followed, My sincere admiration, And a proper pint of Guinness.
I've always known her on her own; Bereaved by the man whose name I carry with me Before I first carried it home, ******* on my thumb. With no time for waiting on the day to catch up, She's up and gone on tomorrow's adventure.
We've often run to her along the trail; To lose her again As she paced up the Burren, or along a country lane in Liscannor until met with a natural place to pause - To fill her lungs with a wistful world, Then to double back for the ones she loves.
I've always known her on her own, but never alone.
. For Once Stand down And guide me Through this pantomime Of old improvised distasters Amalgamating in real time to create a start, Or start to create another End to cycle through Next time 'round With more To Lose .
She never humoured anyone, And she never made us small. She gave our words more meaning Than we dared and she thanked us; Not with a word but with the understanding That was her nature; Born in her And given to us freely as she felt us worthy. Another thing taken for granted, Or to reflect on; To learn.
She left long before I flicked through her life in an album; Before we cried and before I sang to her, Or for her. It's not clear anymore.
I hope you've found everything you were searching for.