“My Name” – A Poem By Tom Ryan

 

My Name

© Author & Poet Tom Ryan.

They gave it to me with water and oil, blessing it from the beginning,
And I’ve carried it long through tear and toil and the times I have been winning.

It sets me apart from the rest you see, a cause of awe and pride,
And carries a great responsibility, for it’s always by my side.

It takes a beating now and then, and sometimes a little praise,
But I hope it’s the mark of a gentleman, who respects all human ways.

The ways of good and honest men of every creed and race,
It’s heard I hope in unison, with the swift and slow of pace.

‘Twas a gift from the ones I love so well, and I cherish it like a jewel,
And if I think not enough of it, you may go and proclaim me fool.

I shall carry it with me to the grave and until the ‘obits’ claim it,
I hope your displeasure you will save, for the day I go and shame it.

Perhaps it wont be remembered in time, but it shall not be recanted,
So, please, good folks you may use my name, but I’m damned if it’s taken for granted!

Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.