Francis Duggan Poems

You mind your own business and never harm anyone in any way
So why should you worry of what others of you do say
People who find pleasure on verbally putting others down
Are never the most popular people of the town
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In latter September near the prime of Spring
The nesting birds of Nature chirp whistle and sing
The sky overcast in low clouds of gray
The sun is not shining in Yangery today
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A candidate for the next Irish General Election in Cork North West and a political stand out
This young Millstreet man Steven O' Riordan does not leave anyone in doubt
Whom his allegiances are with a fact he does not hide
Society's ignored and marginalized can count on Steven on their side
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So many things change in the passage of time
But the rhymers they never do run out of rhyme
They keep on rhyming on till their last night and day
And only in death do give rhyming away
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The best loved person of the east end the widow Kate O' Bree
Of any care or worry she seems totally free
A grandmother in her late seventies lovely to behold
With shoulder length wavy silver hair she does not look as old
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In ten years from now if living i will be an old man
And very near the end of a long life span
And though i have long lost the energy of youthful elan
I wish to live on for as long as i can
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I have not been in Millstreet for close to twenty nine years
And for the what used to be i have shed my last tears
And to many i would be a stranger in Millstreet today
Since the years have left me looking older and gray
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For sadness in his life there is not any space
Eddy always has got a big smile on his face
With two lovely primary school going daughters and a beautiful wife
He has cause to feel happy with his lot in life
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The cool winds of September in Duhallow blow
Above the old rushy fields where the Blackwater flow
Where it has flowed forever and will flow forever more
On it's long winding journey towards the Atlantic shore
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Like all other life forms we are born to die
This applies to the earth worm as well as you and i
On how long we live we do not have a say
The Reaper of lives claims more lives every day
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