Where have ye all gone
Ye young Irish lads...
What about all ye children
Who’ll no longer have dads...

Why didn’t ye stop
And use your head to think...
Instead of ye fightin
Yourself with the drink...

I begged ye to listen...
I begged ye to pause...
All that damn drinkin...
Ye just a lost cause...

Now ye be gone...
Leavin ye widow and kid...
What will ye mother-in-law say?
Oh, Heavens forbid!

© 2020 Jeffrey Pipes Guice