I Must Be A Wimp

I must be a wimp for i feel close to tears Every-time i do think of my life's long gone years Of my friends of the past and of what used to be Though the past it has gone and time does not wait for me Tomorrow is coming and yesterday has gone And we live in the now and time is ticking on But i have memories of the past every day And now aging past friends in a place far away In Claraghatlea and in the Town of Millstreet I would be a stranger there today to most people i would meet Since i left Claraghatlea twenty seven years ago The babies back then now in their life's prime and time has become my foe In the eyes of a real macho man i would be a wimpy bloke For when i think of the past the tears i have to choke.