Liffey

...we could live in the old tenement housing just outside of fair Dublin city
and stagger home each night, cock eyed,
from the pub with all the money on the walls.
It was all the whiskey we could drink
after you convinced the patron we were somebodies
I walk with my arm around you and you cling onto me for dear life
as we drop our copper wishes from the bridge
and watch them sink into the Liffey
You slur and ask me if it will always be this way
Perhaps if we are lucky and the odds are in our favour
Drunk in love, on love
as we stumble home across the Liffey