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My
People
My
people were the careful kind
Diligent and honourable
Debts were always paid
Extravagance disdained.
Not
long removed from harder times
They kept their expectations low.
Sparing
with emotion too:
No child of theirs was ever spoiled
By over lavish praise.
And warier still of those who
Dreamt too long or thought too big.
Now
moulded in their careful way
I set about the dreary tasks
That fill my undelivering days
But dream in secret of some other life.
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Biography
Paul
Laughlin is a writer from Derry. His poetry has appeared in
Fortnight, Cyphers, still, Aimsir
Og and elsewhere. He has also co-edited the anthology
A Fistful of Pens.
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