Francis Duggan Poems

He never will look on old Clara again
And in Spring hear the birds sing in the wind and the rain
But those who knew him fond memories of him will retain
And his spirit in old Claramore will remain
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Far north of this Country i was born and raised and attended primary school
But till death i could live and be happy in the Town of Warrnambool
Where i am not seen as a stranger in a place that feels like home from home to me
Warrnambool the rural City by the great Pacific sea
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Mortality surely not based on a lie
I too like all mortals was born to die
I feel i am no different to the cow, dog or sheep
Like them for me there will be a final sleep
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It does not bother you if your life story will never be told
But yours is a genuine fear the fear of growing frail and old
In a nursing home condemned to spend your waking hours in a wheelchair
Unable to walk out in the morning air
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You can make the Human World to live in a far better place
If you can accept life's hardest knocks with a smile on your face
And by being willing to help one of helping in need
For your future good Karma you are planting the seed
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Take them as you find them as some like to say
People are people it does seem this way
Not all people are good and so few are great
The one who invented the idea of money deception too did create
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The tough side of life you say you have known
But others they too do have cares of their own
And so many people with sad stories to share
Those who know of the hard life have never been rare
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In fancy my thoughts carry me far away
To where the magpies are singing in Birdsland today
In a beautiful place that poets and artists to creativity inspire
The gem in the crown of the Yarra Ranges Shire
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How come that the nicest people of the town
Does seem for to live as strangers to renown
They sow the seeds of good Karma every day
By helping those in need of helping going out of their way
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In Nature new wonders every day for to see
The beauty that is everywhere around me
Her secrets are many her wonders not few
And every day of her we learn something new
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