Francis Duggan Poems

A boastful and arrogant fellow named Rod
He does feel that he is superior to God
To talk of self one who does never feel shy
Quite boring to describe him are words that apply
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He seems out of place where the laughter is loud
There is always one lonely one in a crowd
Those who know him for years say life he never did enjoy
That he seldom did smile even as a boy
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Since to my higher self i struggle to be true
Suppose good Karma is something i am not due
At times i do feel that i leave myself down
Though many more like me on this side of the town
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I never pretend for to be a poet
Nor am i one worthy of literary note
The rhymes come to my mind on paper i pen them down
I'm just an average rhymer in a rural town
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Whilst i do not wish upon any person or life form ill
I eat the flesh of creatures that others do kill
And what does this say of a fellow like me
That i am a hypocrite this well may be
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Embraced by all Races of all Nations Worldwide
It is true that music does cross the cultural divide
And those who claim it as their own have got it all wrong
Since music to everyone it does belong
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Always on his own he does seem rather shy
Strange George is the nickname locals know him by
On his side of the town one by sight well known
Though he is one who is always seen on his own
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Though he has been in many Lands and places the one who has knocked about
He feels he is a failure in his moments of self doubt
He has seen India's and China's big cities been in Tokyo and Rome
Been in London, Paris, Athens and New York and other cities far from Home
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Our biological clocks on us ticking away
And every day one nearer to our last day
And though times may be tough for the woman or man
Good times for you may be coming so live for as long as you can
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I Am many decades beyond my life's prime
And my body it is feeling the wear of time
But i will be a rhymer till the day i die
If i did tell you differently that would be a lie
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