Francis Duggan Poems

Old memories can give rise to nostalgic tears
When they take us back the Seasons to the long gone years
The boys and the girls of your childhood where are they today
They too have grown older none young ever stay
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Grayish brown blackbird sized birds with a beautiful whistling song
Once seen and once heard you never again get them wrong
Near trees and tall bushes they seemingly like to stay
Gray shrike thrushes i see and hear often though not every day
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You can tell yourself you are not good enough
That life on you is unfair and far too tough
But i ought to know if in words you put yourself down
You will never become an admired one of the town
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Today old Finnow in flood waters of brown
Bank high in the rushy fields near Millstreet Town
On towards the Blackwater loudly babbling it's way
In the gray of the morning on a cold and windy January day
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I am stuckfor a reply to your question Ross
Of what a real man is i feel at a loss
On such a question no unanimous agreement this between us two
The true answer to this you will find in you
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Since any wrong to another i have not done
Why should i worry what anyone
Say of me of negative opinions why should i waste time to care
Since of my human flaws i am all too aware
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To the higher self always try to stay true
And always pay credit to whom it is due
And never be part of the negative sorts of the town
Who find pleasure in their words on putting others down
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Not one of the admired young men of the town
Nor he does not feel any desire for renown
Yet young Harry in his early twenties is kind in his own way
That there is more to a man than being financially successful only true for to say
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Wise people grow older we age by the day
But not everyone grows wiser only true to say
It is a known fact as most would realize
That a young person can be very wise
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The weather forecast does have rain for today
And behind the low gray clouds the sun hidden away
A chilly though dry morning of around five degrees
And freshening winds across the foothills soughing in the pine trees
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