A mighty smith did forge nearby, The work was hot and heavy, I say with a sigh. Smiths toiled in the darkness of a smoke filled place, The above bronze plaque leaves, its only trace. Now its time to remember the trades of old, Their work is all around us,it needs respect, and its story…
Tag: City
Paul O’Connell on O’Connell Street (Outside Augustinian Church)
I know what you’re thinking when you’re looking at me I see it in your eyes and I don’t like what I see But what your seeing is pain and misery Sorrow & tears and trying to come through adversity It’s been so long now I forgot the real me Night after night I’m tossing…