Tom Casey

April 10, 1996|By Margaret Doyle

How can Tom ever be happy in Heaven?

That dapper and dignified man

would not sing a note at a party.

Imagine him, then, if you can,

holding a Harp -- when his usual drink was a Guinness --

reciting yard after yard of grand poesy

'til even St. Peter cries, ''Finis!''

How can Tom ever be happy in Heaven?

Whenever the man was about

again and again we would hear it:

''If you need me, just give me a shout!''

A message in the village, good deeds discreetly done,

service to an ailing friend with not a word to anyone.

None of the blissfully idle in Heaven

needs Tom like he's needed in Ireland.

How can Tom ever be happy in Heaven?

There everything will be made plain.

But the man loved conundrums and riddles --

he'll be looking around there in vain

for a tax form, a contract, a sale or a lease

while we try to work out life's puzzle

with him as the missing piece.

How can Tom ever be happy in Heaven?

Pub Date: 4/10/96

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