Francis Duggan Poems

Oh to be wealthy and famous living in a big house by the sea
With a Rolls Royce in my garage of money worries quite free
Seen as a successful person with heaps of money to spend
Everyone would want to know me everyone would be my friend.
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We know about them from the radio and television and the hungry getting hungrier by the day
But we do not hear the sobs of the starving children from where we live they seem so far away
On the six o clock news at times we do see footage of hungry
children in a Land where poverty and disease is rife
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Because of money people wish on others harm or ill
And because of money people others do injure or kill
And because of money great friendships have come to an end
And money can make you an enemy or make you a friend
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Perhaps those old fields would not have changed since I left them two decades ago
In Annagloor, Claraghatlea and Liscreagh where the Cails from Kippagh mountain flow
On it's way to the Finnow en route to the Blackwater flowing bank high swollen by heavy rain
Often in my wild flights of fancy I visit familiar places again.
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I love time out with Nature and I love peace and quiet
To walk along the gravel path in the evening sunlight
When the wild birds are singing and Spring is in her prime
And even memories of such inspire the soul to rhyme.
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An Englishman born with the great gift of rhyme
He lived in the Yukon in his glorious prime
A master wordsmith of the twentieth century
He glorified Dan Mgrew and Sam Magee.
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All through your great life journey you follow your destiny
And where you are living at today is where you are meant to be
And whether you live in your Hometown or from there live far away
It all goes back to destiny where you are at today
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For to make a better World to live in you can help in no small way
You can live by love and kindness do a good deed every day
You cannot be kind to others if your higher self you can't embrace
And that applies to everybody of every culture and every race.
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'Tis written of the man who murdered Lincoln that he was not right in the head
But of anyone who commits such a crime the same thing can be said
But in truth he only was fulfilling his life's destiny
And none of us are perfect or so 'twould seem to me.
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Suppose we all do look at things differently
The hero to you not a hero to me
Your hero renowned for his skills at football
Yet the hero to some not a hero to all
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