Francis Duggan Poems

To each their own as some does say
I feel it is a bit this way
And each to their own ideas
Though their opinions some don't please
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A long way north of this Southern Country from Koroit Town near Warrnambool
Near Millstreet a Town in Duhallow i was born and raised and went to Millstreet School
That was in the early fifties to the early sixties going back half of a century ago
I now am five years with the sixty and time is becoming my foe
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It is said that human beings learn from past mistakes in war this is not so
The war supposed for to end all wars was fought near a century ago
And yet war is being waged in the twenty first century
That most of us human beings are warlike kind is how it seems to me
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What some see as good business in truth is dishonesty
This is how it is and it always will be
Yet some corporate criminals never serve prison time
Due to the gray area in corporate crime
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Around the fire grate on Winter nights i often heard the old man of stories tell
Stories of miracles that did occur at Tubrid's Holy Well
Of people who were blind to light who suddenly could see
He did impress on my young mind how amazing this place must be
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In his local religious community a leading role he does play
And with his wife and children in his house of worship he does pray
But of those of different religious beliefs he does not have nice things to say
Dismisses them as failed people as those who in life have lost their way
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She feels she is a lucky person to be healthy and alive
Without an ache of any sort at the age of eighty five
Three times a great grandmother it has been awhile since her hair was black
Her husband died ten years ago of a massive heart attack
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Far north of this Land by the southern shore
In view of Clara in green Claramore
The old fields resplendent in their flowers of the May
And the hawthorns are cloaked in their blooms white to gray
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No matter what your skin color be it black, white or brown
No matter what Nation you belong to what village or city or town
We may look different from each other quite different indeed
But we all share one thing in common red is our blood when we bleed
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I am not a brave person of that i won't lie
For flag or for Country i am not one who would die
I just want to live for as long as i can
And die in my sleep without pain as a very old man
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