Irish

 

Piss and a pittance

He was fond of saying

Patty carried with him

Of that damned Ellis Island

 

Land and a lady

All he loved

All he worked for

Fought to survive

 

Bankers lost his money

Crops unsold

Drought threatening

 son in the war

 

Sean shot down

They took the land

That his wife was buried in

It was no longer his

 

The better country

He loved so well

Lost his lady

son died in Berlin

 

One life, one wife, and his only childe. Strangers to the emerald isles.

Author's Note

this one is kinda forced sounding I think

Reviews

You're right, it does seem to come across as forced, but at least you didn't try to make everything rhyme. The poem tells a sad story, but it's still good.