Francis Duggan Poems

Sing old John a song of his Hometown of Fishguard in Wales by the sea
The Town he left when he was in his mid twenties in the Spring of nineteen sixty three
With his wife Jenny and their only child Garett who then only had just turned four
They went south to sunny Austrealia thousands of miles from their Homeshore.
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Old Sammy who lives on the east side his new wife is younger than his son
And like they say money speaks every language and money for him wonders have done
It has won for him another young woman for him she is wife number five
And he over seventy and unhealthy and lucky for to be alive.
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'Tis said we only dislike in others what in ourselves we see
And of the inhibitions we grew up with some of us never may be free
But there ought to be far more to life than the Me, Myself and I
Though those three will be with us until the day we die.
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Oh you who walked upon the sea and changed water to wine
I wish you'd change the weather now and give us more sunshine
The chilly winds have risen to a cold and icy storm
And I huddle by the fireplace in order to keep warm.
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At least you stand for something good just going by what you say
And if everyone were like you we would not have wars today
Yet sad to think that those with all of the power are the unenlightened few
We would have World peace and harmony if everybody were like you.
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These boring radio chat shows where women discuss their boring lives
And their unhappy marriages angry hard done by housewives
Who suspect that their husbands are having sex elsewhere
But as you and I too well know that life's not always fair.
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Stand back and leave the one who is without sin be the first to cast the stone
And that's not you Mr President your sins to all are known
If you are all that wonderful as you tell us that you are
Why are you driven around with bullet proof glass in your Presidental car?
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He was a famous Glasgow poet and he lived and died in glory
And a World renowned author too perhaps you know his life story
He died in his late sixties in 1844 but his poems outlive the ages
And he lives as a poetic great in the literary history pages.
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We don't know what it feels like to be seen as important and we've never known a glorious hour
And we are known as the common people the people without power
Others make for us decisions of which we do not agree
Those who have the cheek to tell us that we know of liberty.
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She was in high school in the early eighties but now some gray in her brown hair grow
And though she is only in her mid thirties the years on her already show
In her twenties she looked quite lovely but she has been putting on weight
One might say she looks a bit plumper though health wise she is feeling great.
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