The Boys Of The Fifties

I was one who spent time on the dunce's stool
Back there by the Townpark in Millstreet Primary school
Our teachers Bill Keeffe and Dick Kiely were well past their prime
And I was a stranger to doggerel and rhyme.

The boys of the fifties now showing their years in gray
And from Millstreet some of them do live far away
And some of them living in Millstreet today
The home fields are greener some are known to say.

And in old St Mary's and further away
Amongst the dearly departed some of them do lay
And success and failure to them now the same
No longer for to dream of riches and fame.

The boys of the fifties now the men of the past
For nothing in life ever does seem to last
Another generation their prime years enjoy
And the boy of the fifties is no longer a boy.

Humans never mature like the taste of good wine
And the boys of the fifties are on the decline
But the great gift of memory with us does remain
And I am back there in the school-room again.