The girl behind the bar smiles as he comes in
Old Joe Doyle strides in with his cheeky grin
A Guinness he orders, a Jameson’s whilst he waits
For the black liquid gold to settle, his mouth to sate
Stories he tells makes her laugh
Especially about the one-legged giraffe
His drink is put in front of him with a smile
He regales her with a story with intimate style
By the third pint, the pub starts to fill
As the night draws in, money rings the tills
A band come in to play their tunes
Fiddle-de-dee, the pub erupts in the room
The old man is beckoned up to sing
From his friends with a magic he’ll bring
So up he gets and sits on a stool
His stories to tell in song do rule
The bodhran beats its steady rhythm
To the music of the people who believe in
The stories of the song that is sang
In the lilting tilt of the old Kilkenny man
The night ends and he staggers home
To the Butts where he lives alone
He falls asleep in a happy slump
Tomorrow the same when he gets up
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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