Francis Duggan Poems

We make heroes of people who drive fast in cars
And of elite sports people and entertainers and famed movie stars
And people famed for their material possesions and money we do celebrate
On so doing big egos in them we create
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All races of different skin pigmentation who live in this town
Take them as you find them the black, white and brown
Your race or your nationality as a person you does not define
It does not make you better than others your d n a line
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You may think you are the best at what you do
That there is nobody quite as great as you
But someone behind you up the ranks does rise
And that you are not the greatest you will come to realize
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Of late old Andy has not been feeling well
But of his life he has great stories to tell
Of his better years travelling from place to place
Where in many a town his was a well known face
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Have you come to realize that your best years have gone
And only the memories in you living on
Of your younger years and the what used to be
And what we have of the past is stored in our memory
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With the sun on their dark wings in the blue Summer sky
In pursuit of flying insects the welcome swallows fly
Above the brown paddocks a familiar sight
Of the southern Land often in full flight
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Those who for attention to compete with others lack the desire
Are people i for one can only admire
You never hear them say of how great they are
Or of the size of their home or of the size of their car
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Many elite sports people in their physical prime
Who in their achievements inspired the writers of story and rhyme
Where the deceased are at rest their bones lay
And are only a memory of what was today
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A nice sunny January evening of over twenty degrees
The sweet scent of freshly mowed grass is blowing in the breeze
Above the brown paddocks from the Pacific shore
In the long range weather forecast of warm and dry many days more
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Perhaps i may never more see Millstreet Town
And on once familiar sidewalks walk up and down
And only the memories with me now remain
Of what used to be but will not be again
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