Francis Duggan Poems

He was supposedly happy in his married life
But he is one who did not stay with his wife
He is with one young enough to be his daughter today
One would have thought that a happily married man with his wife would stay?
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Dawn Fraser the champion swimmer she is looking old
In the swimming pool a three times winner of Olympic Gold
One of the World's greatest swimmers when she was in her prime
But that is going back many decades in time
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Of years of life she has lived more than four score
The Queen of Australia her home is on a distant shore
In England where she lives she first saw light of day
And in London her last remains destined to lay
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The nest building birds sing and whistle today
In his first home-place from here far away
Where the cattle on lush grass chewing their cuds lay
And the hawthorns are cloaked in their white blooms of the May
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She was the Rose of Penshurst till time became her foe
And she left the Town by Mt Rouse a few decades ago
When the travel bug was in her for the bigger World out there
Like many had done before her she went to live elsewhere
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If you are well known and famous those who judge you are not few
To me you may say you tell me something i already knew
But if you are a stranger to many even on your side of the town
Then few to criticize you and verbally put you down
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Though your house of worship to your God you visit to pray
About you as a person this nothing does say
And though this may win you the respect of the religious kind
You are only as good as the person you are in your mind
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Their negative opinions of you may hurt your feelings in some way
But as long as untrue things of you they do not say
Their opinions of you they are entitled to express
Though you do learn from those that you do not impress
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A mile at the most west of the Town of Millstreet
In the old rushy field where the rivers do meet
The hawthorns are cloaked in their white blooms of the May
And the wild born male pheasant is cucking today
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Life does seem too short for regrets and for tears
For you what was not meant to be in the the long gone years
The praises of love many may like to sing
But some forms of love can become a heart-breaking thing
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