The road I go has many a straight and bend
And up and down. I can’t see where ‘twill end.
I cannot see ahead; nor do I know
If it be short or long – the road I go.
But I can see behind me: far, far back
The eyes of Memory discern the track.
Some roads have milestones. But the road I climb
Is measured, not by miles, but years of Time.
Here is another New Year book. On white
Pages it is my privilege to write,
Now God help me to do and think and say
The right things at the right time, the right way.
MICHAEL MULLIN, ‘THE BARD OF FOREMASS’
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.
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