Francis Duggan Poems

To look at life differently they could not be so bold
Some people don't grow wiser they merely grow old
They remain as they were and think in the same way
And the only change in them is they've grown old and gray
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As nice a person as one could wish to meet
She always says hi when we meet on the street
So very down to earth and so free of guile
A lovely person with a beautiful smile
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Whatever about a God since to a God I don't pray
For my sins against others to karma I must pay
The Universal Karma knows of our every crime
'Twould seem it is watching us all of the time
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The band it was playing 'Advance Australia Fair'
And balloons were floating in the balmy Summer air
And the recently returned war hero led the big street parade
Where the gunfire rang loud a name for himself he had made.
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On our journey through life there's many a pitfall
And the gene to be evil it is in us all
Though many succeed negative urges to suppress
Despite what they say the bad gene lives nonetheless
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In my flights of fancy I often do hear
The male snipe o'er the bog in the Spring of the year
With his whirring wings he makes a drumming sound
As in the night sky he flies around and around
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You ask me is there a God would not know would not lie
For the answer to that ask one other than I
Call me an infidel, atheist or agnostic or call me what you may
But to an invisible God I do not kneel to pray
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I myself may seem strange but some stranger than me
In the small Countrytown a few weird things I did see
And as on the quiet main street I drove up and down
Methought to myself this no ordinary town.
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Back there in old Sliabh Luachra in the countryside around the Paps of Shrone
Where the hill sheep eat the heather around the bracken and the stone
In the days of Ireland's first people it was an ancient place
Though nothing there to tell us of the history of an extinct Race,
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Some of them live in and near Millstreet yet and some from Duhallow far away
And in Mother Earth's bosom some of them forever lay
Some of them ageing naturally and some with dye cover their gray
The boys and girls I grew up with where might they be today
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