Francis Duggan Poems

Where old Clara Mountain as ever looks down
On the green countryside bordering Millstreet Town
In latter September in the Fall of the year
And with each passing day cooler and wetter weather is near
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Suppose humanity is designed in this way
There are winners and losers in the Human World every day
And though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
For one to win big many do have do have to lose
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A blackbird sized brown and grey bird of humans not shy
a grey shrike thrush is whistling on the trees nearby
Once seen and once heard their kind you never again do get wrong
They do have a beautiful whistling song
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Wisdom does not grow on trees as has often been told
Not all men grow wiser though all men grow old
Many of the ageing political leaders in the World of today
May be famous with great power at their disposal but not wise in any way
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The longest lived human life in time not a long span
So live for as long as you possibly can
Live for eventually you will be one of the forever dead
Make the most of the now and your days ahead
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The longest lived human life in time not a long span
So live for as long as you possibly can
Live for eventually you will be one of the forever dead
Make the most of the now and your days ahead
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Material success has so much to do with human gain
And this is not a hard thing for to explain
The great power in money as most people say
It speaks every language it is always this way
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The praises of youth and beauty often sung
But nobody forever stays young
Beauty does fade to time's decay
Life it does work in this way
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Everyone have their stories of life for to tell
And so many only know of life in Earthly Hell
But these are the people we do not hear of or read about
Of any recognition sadly they do lose out
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They are birds I hear and see often almost every day
The new Holland honeyeaters in black, gold and grey
Distinctive on their appearance and their loud chirping song
Once seen and once heard you never again get them wrong
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