Francis Duggan Poems

Though you cannot tell to others of great things you have done
If you can live 'til the day you die without harming anyone
You are known to be kind to others and your higher self you do embrace
Then the World for you living in it is a much better place
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In my life I don't have much to celebrate
And I have been struggling for to smile of late
In life as we know there's many a pitfall
But when compared to many my worries are small
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In the fields of Claraghatlea North far north and far away
The migrant redwings chirping in the dawning cold and gray
And the salmon swim upstream to spawn as yesterday's flood goes down
In the river known as Finnow within sight of Millstreet Town
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You may be a very wealthy person and for your generosity know of renown
And with your marvellous gift of money help the poor souls of the town
Do not crave for admiration never wish for glory's crown
Yet whilst many do applaud you there is one to put you down.
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Of the bravery of great warriors the praises we may sing
But violence as such never solves anything
'Tis said that war separates the man from the boy
So many dead heroes since Homer's legends of Troy.
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I would prefer praise to criticism any day
But for as long as people their truth to me do say
And with lies not defame me in any way
I will 'cop it sweet' with me 'twill be okay
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Of the ties of parochialism I will never be free
A Claraghatlea man is all I'll ever be
Old Clara from me in distance far away
But in fancy I climb to the steel cross today
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So called important people no different to you and to I
They too are mere mortals they too grow old and die
Before we did walk we had to learn how to crawl
And to the scythe of the reaper we eventually will fall
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The day was warm and sunny with scarcely any breeze
He stood out of the sunshine in the cool shade of the trees
A dark, brown eyed man trim and athletic looking well over two metres tall
The white people standing near him to say the least seemed small.
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The negative people in your life you have met
Are the people that you would prefer to forget
And though the past has gone some things from it we regret
Of what was and has been why bother to fret,
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