Francis Duggan Poems

To be wealthy, famous and successful would be most people's choice
But on success and achievement there can be a price
Take for one Robert Kennedy one who knew of wealth, power and fame
Perhaps he would have been as well off without a cent to his name.
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He works hard and he has drunk many a beer
And he has lived in Australia for many a year
As good a person as one could wish to meet
But Mick Kelleher's heart it is still in Millstreet.
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That he does not love Nature seems such a sad thing
The one who never admires the wildflowers of the Spring
With Land for Wildlife he could never agree
He sees Land for Development as a better idea
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'Tis sad to think that somebody's loss can be somebody's gain
That some financially prosper on others financial pain
And that many grow poorer for every new millionaire
In human society not all things are fair
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Old stories he told and old ballads he sung
The Tans were in Ireland when old Dan was young
He was twenty six years in nineteen sixteen
And the bitterness and grief of war he had seen.
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On bended knees he asked her to marry him a decade ago
But for marriage she was not ready her answer to him was no
When in truth she did not love him and with him she did not stay
And though now married with children to his second choice he thinks of her today
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On the beach near where the Hopkins to the ocean crawl on this afternoon in May
Bright sunshine in a sky of blue on this lovely Autumn day
A small flock of greenfinches fed on scattered seed by the trees on the foreshore
Their kin birds I saw years ago in the woods of Claramore.
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Have you ever felt that you cannot go on
The tough times are with you and your better days gone
Your crosses in life for you heavy to bear
And so sad to think your type have never been rare
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I never was much good at Gaelic Football or at any sports I never made the grade
Though I came from a place of famed sports people where for sporting successes there was many a parade
But I grow older without any regrets the past has gone the future lay ahead
I do not need fame but I would like more money and the thought of the reaper inspires in me dread
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I've never referred to myself as a poet
Or as one who should be seen as worthy of note
I first started penning near old Millstreet Town
The stuff comes to my mind and I just pen it down
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