My Past Follows On

It remains in the mental pictures in my memory Wherever i go to my past goes with me When i visualize familiar faces i see I picture them now as they used to be I may live far south of Hibernia's Shore And even further from the high fields of Claramore But mental pictures of what was in my mind does stay And in fancy i see old Clara every day And Claraghatlea my birthplace where my first rhymes i wrote Where i used to daydream that i would be a poet But daydreams are just that and seldom come true And we receive from life what is only our due My mental pictures of the past have not changed in time In them my friends of my younger years still in their prime Though in reality from them i live far away And even some of them where the deceased are now lay My best days in life to the forever gone But wherever i go to my past follows on It has followed me from the green fields far away Old memories die hard as some are known to say.