A stuttering school master with a squint refused another front-facing photograph

A limping sore Gaeilgeoir hobbled across country bog door to door

An affluent poet with TB gave all so we might be free 

As a frail unassuming shop owner counted bricks for 15 years to fill Dublin with smoke 

 

Oh the likes of such men:
Leaders in the eyes of all Irish people

For poet or teacher is what they shall seek:
Certainly not some Ancient Greek!

So, who will they follow?

(yesterday, today and tomorrow)

 

~ G McK