Take off your shoes, rest for a bit

Grab a pint, take a chair and sit

Drink to comrades that are gone

And their memory will be strong



If you get drunk, that's okay

As long as you're here to stay

We can talk about great poetry

Until our glasses turn empty



If those words you can't find

Well you know, Paddy wouldn't mind

That pint on the table, that vacant chair

You can feel him, he is sitting there



I didn't know him all that well

He had good poems he would tell

Offer up a comment in his own way

Tell the truth in what he had to say



Well God has to give us the test

Because He will only take the best

Now up there, in Heavenly light

You can tell for the Angels he will write



If those words you can't find

Well you know, Paddy wouldn't mind

That pint on the table, that vacant chair

You can feel him, he is sitting there









for Patrick "Paddy" Martin, a true poet amongst us all.