Is this what happened to the Celtic Tiger?

Summer Roar

Once there was a tiger,
I knew him very well,
He used to travel Ireland,
And was rich as far as I can tell,
Some got fortune by his mighty roar,
Others never met him,
And were the same as before.

His money was given to the rich,
I never saw much of it,
Then one day he got sick,
Everything was different now, for some,
I decided to search for him,
I travelled the land,
But I couldn’t find tiger,
I wonder was he dead and gone,
Did he see the suffering of the innocent cubs?
Or the deteariation of society?
Maybe he had found a rope to hang?

But my tiger was brave,
I don’t think he would have ended it all,
Maybe he was crying?
But I don’t think tigers cry at all.

One day I found him,
He was in a beautiful field,
Living in a place where few ever see,
I asked him what happened to him,
He simply said:

“ I am the Celtic Tiger,
Gave food to the grasshopper,
But he ate it all,
Now its winter,
This is my new home,”

So I left him,
I said goodbye,
Promised I wouldn’t tell others-
Where he survives,

The tiger is not dead,
He simply lives away-
From prying eyes instead,
Everything now is left in shambles,
Good bloody luck if you can keep your home,
The ones who failed us and left our tiger to run away,
Are still themselves running around,
Good luck finding the tiger,
He is happier in his new home anyway,
Not a celebrity anymore,
Do you remember the day-
You last heard the tiger’s mighty roar?
Where the pubs were a buzz and you could get a loan for anything at all.

By Crazygirl