Francis Duggan Poems

If i should die tomorrow say only this of me
He has written a lot of rhyming stuff since nineteen seventy three
He was just an addictive rhymer till death of addiction set him free
Just one more old fashioned rhymer left to fade from memory
...

On the roadway by the church in Ballydaly at the tolling of the funeral bell
Brendan O' Sullivan on his bagpipe he piped a last farewell
To the backdrop of the Boggeraghs on a gray December day
His respect to his neighbor, friend and mentor Eddie Murphy in music he did play
...

Cattle on a Winter morning in farm yard sheds bellowing for silage or hay
And the empty fields covered in frost hoary gray
Of a bleak time of year the memories with me stay
Of a place by the hills in a land from here far away
...

Many do grow older but few do grow wise
A saying from the past that to reflection gives rise
That to some people of the twenty first century surely does apply
Why some seem to fail to realize that life is not eternal one must wonder why
...

We all look at success in ways differently
The one successful to you may not be so to me
The wealthy and famous you only admire
And of singing their praises you never do tire
...

Religion is known to make good people great
But sadly in some it does give rise to mistrust and hate
And in the name of religion many crimes against humanity
Committed by religious fundamentalists who are criminals of the lowest degree
...

Despite your greatest achievement only one thing on you can depend
That you will not be living forever your life journey will come to an end
In cemeteries all over the World the deceased wealthy and famous lay
Their money and material possessions from them did not keep life's reaper away
...

Today it is cold in Duhallow the weather temperatures at minus three degrees
And the chilly gales from the Boggeraghs are howling in the naked trees
But here in the Moyne Shire it is humid and sunny the warm air full of the buzzing of bush flies and bees
And white butterflies above the paddocks seemingly dancing in the breeze
...

I know little of her in truth i can say
But of Nature i learn something new every day
But the more i learn of her the more i realize
That of her ways i have so much to learn and this is not any surprise
...

It is said of wonders they never cease for to grow
The more you learn the less you know you know
About life and what living life is about
So lucky the one who has never known of self doubt
...