Sir Leprechaun

An old and grizzled Leprechaun

Still thought he was Don Juan

When e’er he spied a pretty lass

He couldn’t help but make a pass

Lassies would be his friends, no more

The flow of time they’d not ignore.

Then one lass took him home with her

“I’ve just the answer for you, Sir,

Sit by the fire with my dear mother

You’ll surely find her like no other.”

A white-haired beauty took his hand 

The elf at last did understand

“We’ve lost our youth

That is the truth

But yet we’re in fine fettle

Before the fire we need not settle

Come away with me and this I know

We’ll find the end of earth’s rainbow

Together then we shall behold

The treasures of our own old gold.”

Virginia Wylie

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Virginia resides in Brookdale Orange City, Florida and is the author of the poetry that appears here. The views and opinions expressed in this poetry are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Brookdale Senior Living.

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