The Golden Age

In todays poem I was again set to compose on a set topic at heart, that was an area I spent my early childhood and began my first days at school. But I became distracted by something and went back to the task at hand to compose, BUT the topic changed, yet different to what I was planning on.

Which is possibly a good thing that things changed, because I don’t believe that I could have placed such place names or names etc on to print here. That is because names are in or are based from Irish (a Gaelic word that found its way to english). Yet The poem is here today in a different form, and regardless of how folks fel about the flow or rythmn of a poem, Todays one may struggle at times. I believe this sets the tone, pretty much as a stutter, or an extra breath etc that one may take..

But read with certain understanding I believe folks will find that flow. I have also hidden a couple of old sayings into stanzas both as a means of getting points accross OR as a way to highlight what was being said, to reinforce the point. The 3rd stanza especially is a focus point for such points.

Having grown up in the Roman Catholic church, I was aware of each parish and what Priest stood over which parish. But in recent years, I know that Priests now preside over more than one parish, possibly 2 or 3 at a time at best. Hence the lines “The pulpit stands empty and bare, A carpet stretched beyond a prayer.” For reasons of this point The Priest is the Carpet stretched beyond a prayer

I hope that such use of quotes and points will make more sense as one reads this Poem. I have a liking of hiding such points beneath the surface for a reader to discover, or to ask themselves “Was this why he wrote this?” If folks read this poem as I hope they will, then it very well may be that reason.

About The Poem:

AS stated above this Poem begun life again with one certain point of view and method to compose, and yet it ended up completely different. Yet the poem flows with an uneven pace as it were, to work at capturing the mindset of the Poems voice.

A lot comes into question and many possible reasons are addressed . Like the Roman Catholic Priest who is stretched beyond their limits. Although I begun life in the Roman Catholic Church I left that many years ago. Yet I see it in society, where at one point That Catholic Priest was center of society, Now they andy any Religious person are cast aside as Just another voice and almost one to ignore.

There are other such points hidden within the lines, Only for a reader to find them. One must dig, if they wish to discover them and which one they are. The poem ppoints out a loss in society and it is not a religious leader! But that of “Love”.. For out of Love comes compassion for our fellow being. How long can we go on without stepping up to the gap and care for our fellow being.

Having said all of this; Please Enjoy This Poem

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 The Golden Age



From the dawn of day to darkest night,
This life holds firm and feels just right.
 E’er the cities or in the Towns,
With the jesters among those clowns.



The golden age that was the scene
Caught between woods and the trees green,
Now blind, on the road travelled there,
For who is left to live and care?



Ne’er the lovers fair on the road,
Or those who labour by the code.
The pulpit stands empty and bare,
A carpet stretched beyond a prayer.



For the Good old boys cannot see,
Whiskey turned, to champagne by degree.
Washed in the tides forgetful side,
Leaving aside the uglier pride.



Before the setting sun will rest,
Many denied again the test.
For who yet cares enough to Love?
But for the jesters with a glove.






© Pat Fitzgerald 2025

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ENDING THOUGHTS:

Thank you for following me on my little journey, that is composing or writing poetry. If Life is a journey which we all walk on and my journey in creating Poetry is a journey of it’s own. Which I still learn much on as I write.

At times I experiment on methods or way how I can improve my poetry, therefore getting feed back is always most welcome for such as these.

When I write poetry, some readers may be offended with something within the poetry. I do not write to offend, But such are written for reasons I outline in the posts. Often I miss typos and mistakes when publishing each poem. BUT I correct the moment I discover such mistakes.

But Poetry is a form of art work that I enjoy and thus using it in a manner to touch or inspire the reader.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.

Poetry is a learning curve where I always work to improve. A lot of work goes into editing and reediting and then repeating that process on a number of occasions until I am happy with the result. This is how I operate in creating posts to share here.

Please forgive for any such mistakes and for your understanding this.

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