Francis Duggan Poems

From the nearest Towns Guildford and Daylesford more than shouting distance away
Mt Franklin a nice place for a camping holiday
Surrounded by trees on the higher ground
Where the beauty of Nature in all Seasons abound
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They have to think my heart is made of wood
Those who dismiss my rhyming efforts as no good
To be made to feel unworthy of literary criticism for any writer is not nice
But suppose most things in life on them do have some price
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The impressionable masses you may well impress
And in their thinking you are a great success
But majority thinking does not always have it right
Since many into materialism seem lacking on insight
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People of every color and nationality and creed
Red is the color of our blood when we bleed
The presidents the royals the celebrities and billionaire
With the poorest of the poor one thing in common do share
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Oh you who were born into good circumstance
In life you are one who has had every chance
Of knowing of material and financial success
You have what it takes most people to impress
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To karma we pay for the wrongs that we do
Treat others as you would like them to treat you
A positive meaning in live and let live
And in life to receive you must know how to give
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In the Bendigo City Botanical Gardens for it's beautiful trees of many countries in renown
The roosting fruit bats in their thousands on bare branches hanging upside down
The smell of their muskiness from the higher trees
Comes wafting through the parkland in the freshening breeze
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Of egotistical people i quickly do tire
In them there is nothing for me to admire
Into self promotion in quite a big way
The most of the materially successful of the Human World of today
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Those who are great to you do not seem great to me
On our heroes and heroines we do not agree
My heroine in her mid sixties is one who leads by good example in life
Though she is not anyone's mother or anyone's wife
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One prosthetic leg attached to his right knee
Without luck on my side this well could be me
Perhaps in his seventies one who seemed far from strong
With the aid of a walking stick on the footpath he slowly hobbled along
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