Francis Duggan Poems

We live in an age when boasting is acceptable and self praise is a thing that is seen as okay
Though i am one who cannot admire braggarts respect to them i never wish to pay
Leave it to others for to sing your praises that's how it is and that's how it should be
You are boasting when you tell others of how great you are at least anyway that's how it seems to me
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The echidnas or spiny anteaters for ants are always searching and digging with their sharp claws into the ground
And if a dog or a person approach them they dig themselves in and curl themselves into a ball spiny and round
A prick from their pointy spines could cause some damage it is their only weapon of defence
Most dogs do bark at them but dare not bite them except for the dogs who lack in common sense
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In the quiet of St Mary's his remains at rest forever from his first homeplace less than three miles away
He would not have been many years with sixty that is not old in the Human World of today
In an age when many live into their eighties most of those in their early sixties are not expecting for to die
But that the lives of the young and the old are at the whim of the Reaper is a fact of life and facts do never lie
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We all can be potentially addictive would you not agree
At least anyway that's how it seems to me
So many forms of addictions so many one could name
And though many seem similar no two quite the same
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To the flaws we possess most of us totally blind
That i ought to know for i'm one of that kind
What i dislike in others i do dislike in me
My own human frailties i never do see
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In very late August in the dawn cold and gray
And the calendar Spring only two sleeps away
A blackbird is singing his fanfare to Spring
His distinctive song to hear is such a beautiful thing
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You may feel suicidal racked by inner strife
But why even contemplate on surrendering your life
The greatest gift that anyone does possess
Many who have lived through tough times have later known of success
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The last time I was on the Gold Coast on a week late Autumn holiday
The weatherwas quite warm and humid even for coastal south Queensland in May
The home City of wealthy sugar daddies walking with far younger beauties hand in hand
In their swim suits with their bikini clad lovers barefooted on the beach on the sand
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Though far from where they were born and raised they live elsewhere
It was their yearn for wander that took them to the big World out there
Most migrants do wish for to go home to grow old and die
That nostalgia does live on is not a lie
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Human beings are tribal would you not agree
Yet tribes are comprised of individuals is how it seems to be
The beauty all around us for to view is free
But when you only look for ugliness what you look for you see
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