Francis Duggan Poems

The last time I was on the Gold Coast on a week late Autumn holiday
The weatherwas quite warm and humid even for coastal south Queensland in May
The home City of wealthy sugar daddies walking with far younger beauties hand in hand
In their swim suits with their bikini clad lovers barefooted on the beach on the sand
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Though far from where they were born and raised they live elsewhere
It was their yearn for wander that took them to the big World out there
Most migrants do wish for to go home to grow old and die
That nostalgia does live on is not a lie
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Human beings are tribal would you not agree
Yet tribes are comprised of individuals is how it seems to be
The beauty all around us for to view is free
But when you only look for ugliness what you look for you see
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We live in the now and time is ticking on
And tomorrow will dawn and yesterday has gone
The years do go quickly beyond our physical prime
There is no holding back the tireless hands of time
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It is said what you see in others reflect the real you
When I see some people as arrogant I must be arrogant too
Do I too have the flaws that in others I does see
And am I not the person I think that is me?
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Of Nature I know little it does seem this way
But of her I do learn something new every day
And the more I do learn the more I realize
That I does lack in knowledge is not a surprise
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Sad to think in the flesh never more to be seen
She was such a beautiful person kind hearted Eveleen
Of anyone she never had an unkind word to say
And to help others she often went out of her way
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We read and hear of the economy every day
But few politicians or journalists ever talk of or of anything does say
Of the Earth we do live on that the economy on entirely depend
That we take our Natural Environment for granted why even pretend
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Far north of this countryside by Warrnambool
I lived as a boy and went to primary school
In the Duhallow Town of Millstreet long ago
Long before time itself became my foe
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If I did tell you differently this would be a lie
I would love for to go home for to grow old and die
Near where old Clara Mountain as ever looks down
On the green countryside just west of Millstreet Town
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