An spaisteoir
This is pure nostalgia. A look back at the Dublin of my childhood.
I have written, here for instance, of my frequent trips into the city centre during the 1960s. It is probably unthinkable now for a child of 11 or 12 to be allowed travel alone by public transport into our capital city, let alone gad about in shops and cinemas for the afternoon.
Although I took it for granted at the time the freedom this afforded was exhilirating.
I've been here and I've been there.I've sought the rainbow's end,But no crock of gold I've found.Now I know that, come what will,Whatever fate may send,Here my roots are deep in friendly ground.
Happy Christmas.
Back in 2022.
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