Small, green, oh so beautiful country

Just the matter of lacking trees really.

Surrounded by the bluest seas, even ocean, if

Only people would stay living in, not leaving.

I knew once a tall dark man from Kilkenny

Handsome, lean and fitness loving family soul

Thought I was beautiful, clever, hard working

Not good enough being seen with or networking.

One should always say goodbyes politely,

Turning around going your  way is not cool.

Humans are not tissues to throw carelessly away

Not to mention broken hearts, feeling a fool…

It is so wrong,have strong beliefs, act opposite!

Scared to death, still in sin, needed always confession

Behaved, very well educated, well read and exquisite

Never knew what he did, what was his profession.

Gone now, flown away with the strong winds

To Irish seashore, to his beloved, ancient castle…

We will not be seeing him ever or prescience

Of his remarks, his insecurity nor his sandcastle.