My Setanta

by Dean Jones

at end of day

I weary lay

my head between my hands

I call you late

and I await

The weekend once again

Then I may live

And I may smile

The days will be short then

When I will be with you my son

My setanta,my favorite friend

The time between is very long

filled up with work and study

while I'm away,you grow so fast

and I miss my little buddy

the weary life,filled up with grey

will soon be bright and warm

I will have you here again

my rainbow in the storm

I hope that you never outgrow

my stories or my songs

I hope you never tire,of Mull of Kintrye

or Chuchulainn and his hurley ball

you mean the very world to me

I wish I could convey

happy I will be again

I will see you in a day

By Dean JonesMay not be used in any form. Copywright March 10,1999. Dean Jones.

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