Francis Duggan Poems

I cannot say that it does bring joy to me
To think that a stranger to most people in Millstreet i would be
A stranger to many where years ago i was well known
And where i would not be seen now as one of their own
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That one small worry does lead to one bigger does seem true to say
And worrying from you will not keep worries away
But suppose it is hard to feel happy when you are feeling down
And one of the poor on your side of the town
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In the morning a few hours of quite heavy rain
And brown flood water flowing in every creek and drain
To the Merri River near the City of Warrnambool
In weather quite warm and humid as opposed to cool
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His life story in book form will never be told
But he has a good memory though he has grown old
He remembers his childhood as if it was yesterday
As a primary school going boy in the town far away
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Though the fear of death is the fear of the unknown
If you are one who fears it you are not on your own
To face death without fear great courage one does need
And the one who dies brave is a brave one indeed
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I grew up among the creators of elitism in a land far away
And i live near the creators of elitism today
Some things do not change they are with us to stay
And in the case of elitism this does seem sad to say
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People for so many years that used to be friends of mine
I do not meet them often now though this does suit me fine
Since their idea of a fair go does not encompass all
On some of their thinking sad to say they do seem rather small
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The evening is warm over thirty degrees
And humid with only a very slight breeze
The mosquitoes are biting my legs hands and face
Everywhere they bite of an itchy red mark there's a trace
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The literary critics and university literary dons from the people took rhyme
The what used to be known as poetry of another time
Not invited to read at any important twenty first century poetry reading the old fashioned rhymer poet
In literary circles nowadays their sort not seen as worthy of literary note
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She left her Hometown in the Moyne Shire for places far away
The Lovely Rose of Koroit where might she be today
The wanderlust in her young mind for bigger towns and cities elsewhere
To appease her sense of adventure in the bigger World out there
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