My Irish Blessing

May your feet always stay warm in bed.
May the dandruff all fall from your head.
May you find a thin dime in your pants
After getting home from the dance.
May you never slip in the tub
Or get caught as you pee on a shrub.
May your dog never barf in your shoe
Or your debtors ever catch up with you.
May you think for yourself every day
And do things your own goddamn way.
And if the Devil tries bringing you down
May he fall in a river and drown.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.