Betty’s

Just down by Halpin’s watering hole -
up by the humped back bridge so old,
Where I would wander every day,
with my countless tales to be told.

And Betty listened, I’d make no sense –
adventures through such innocence,
She’d hand me candy glistening bright,
and would never charge the fifteen pence.

Why I think that’s twenty years ago,
And she still stops and says hello.
A frail old lady, whos time is worn,
She never, ever lets it show.

And she still wanders along those roads,
where as a king, I’d loot my gold.
And she still smiling, each time we meet,
From all the tales that I have told.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 23rd August 2010