Francis Duggan Poems

The billionaire's daughter she looks rather plain
But that she is not short of suitors is not hard to explain
For many young males hearts do not rule their head
And money speaks every language as it has been said.
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It is a confession though it may seem a tale
At a lesbian party I was the lone male
The hosts an ageing lesbian couple they invited me
To dropp in on saturday evening for sandwiches and tea.
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He said he feels so disappointed since she swore before God in the church
That till death she would love and stay with him and never leave him in the lurch
But after ten years of marriage she left him and took their eight and nine years old daughter and son
And though he feels so sad and hard done by I do suppose what's done is done.
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The years go by too quickly and old age comes too soon
For it seems like only yesterday when I heard the angelus bell at noon
Ring in the church at Millstreet and on a storm free day
It's peals heard in the quiet fields up to a mile away.
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This need for recognition it is in everyone
Just to be commended for a job well done
For to be ignored can be a hurtful thing
As it can live in the mind as a painful mental sting
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An amazing Country for to drive about
Australia the beautiful Land of the south
It's amazing colours of brown, green and gray
Vary from place to place as you drive on the highway
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What is success ask one other than me
On what it constitutes many would disagree
To be wealthy and famous to some is success
Though some others are not that easy to impress
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She lived with her blind mother beside a purling stream
In their little white washed cottage in the Valley of Rosheen
Her hair as dark as raven's wing and her eyes blue as ripened sloes
The sightless widow's only child the lovely maid named Rose.
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Life is your greatest gift in truth one can say
Feel happy you have woke for to greet a new day
Though luck it is not on your side of late
And in your life you have nothing to celebrate
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In your private moments have you ever wept for the past
For the good days for you that did not seem to last
Your legs wearied by time can no longer walk fast
And nowadays the clouds of your mind at most times overcast
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