Paddy Nash the boy in the old man s clothes

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A rosary
And I'm hit like a train by a memory
My mother praying in the cemetery
For the boy in the old mans clothes
A photograph
People mourning in the aftermath
Scribbled on the back the epitaph
For the boy in the old mans clothes
The bluest sky
Turned to darkness then opened wide
Even god in heaven cried
For the boy in the old mans clothes
Wedding bells
A cause for celebration despite herself
And I threw my pennies in the holy well
For the boy in the old mans clothes
The memory disappears
And I think of the silence in her older years
Secrets stored away like souvenirs
For the boy in the old mans clothes
In my darkest days
She comes to visit but she never stays
Sometimes this life I would gladly trade
With the boy in the old mans clothes

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