Green Shoots
Vast empty spaces water drained and consigned to another shore
A seagull flaps in the wind
The funnels of hypocrisy let an almighty roar
A young boy searches for cockles with his dad along the Dublin shore
Trains go by too and forth
On the mettle tracks in the fore
This life is as it has always been
Just another day without greed or folly– another life born
Another one torn–
So lest you not be afraid
For what will be will be
so never regret being born
