The Last Post (Office) – A Lament for Rural Ireland.
Decades of service year after year
But they shrug their shoulders, they don’t really care
Our pleas and petitions have fallen on deaf ears
They will not listen to our anguish and fears
Those suits in Dublin, those number crunchers
Balance and spreadsheets, figures and numbers
Rows and columns, accounts and financial advisers
In this corporate world, this is all that matters
Like a blight, it’s shadow creeps across the land
Slowly strangling life in rural Ireland
A struggle and battle we can not win
Just one more nail in the community’s coffin
No transport, no pubs, no post office or bank
Those politicians we trusted, we have to thank
The time has come, retirement day
The clock on the wall counts the hours away
Years of service must come to an end
She will not be forgotten but remembered as a friend
She will not be forgotten nor will she forget
Memories of her customers and people she met
The gossip, the news, the laughter and tears
The memories echo down through the years
Of happy customers and the friends she made
Memories like these will never fade
The lights are extinguished, the shutters come down
The evening light fades in a small rural town
As she turns the key and walks away
The end of an era, just another sad day.
C Denis Murphy 26 February 2019..
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