When my mind stops a shiver of a thought


When my mind stops a shiver of a thought,

Working its way from handy easiness,

Makes me wonder why I have been brought,

To be ruled by such a musing temptress:

Jimmy Muldoon sat beside me at our school,

He knew the essence of each age,

But I always thought myself a fool,

For I could not read a line on a single page.

I see myself again back in school,

Jimmy teaching me the impact of an age,

I always felt myself a fool,

For I could not extract the essence of a single page:

Here I sit where wasps grow dark and old,

Jimmy had this treasure and threw it all away,

It was Brother O’Mahony who saved me from the cold,

Listening to my mother’s persuasive sway

They gave me rhythm and new words to say

A compass to help me find my way

I will never be the one,

Who seeks attrition in the setting sun.