Francis Duggan Poems

Though many believe in an afterlife beyond this Earthly shore
In the World that we live in we are mortals nothing more
Like every other life form we are born for to die
The sheep or cow or dog or cat no less mortal than I.
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Originally from Africa they could live anywhere
House Sparrows they are hardy and they are never rare
In parklands and back gardens one sees them all of the time
Easy to watch they have inspired the Nature poets to rhyme.
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The Warlords and aggressive men their praises many sing
But peace and harmony to the Human World these people will never bring
The war supposed to end all wars was fought decades ago
And where mistrust and hate is rife the flower of peace won't grow
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I've never had an epiphany of that why should I lie
I only believe we are born for to die
And since I do not believe in a heaven or hell
I've been called far worse than a mere infidel.
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Talking of the past brings them close to tears
The people who yearn for the long lost years
But to the human existence there is such a brief prime
And only in fancy can they go back in time
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On this drizzly evening in the late Southern Fall
The black and white pee wees repeatedly call
Pee wee pee wee from dawn till gloam of day
Their voices to their identity a give away
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At the bottom of the social rank and low in self esteem
That's where the haves want to keep the have nots or that's how it does seem
For every new member of the millionaires club there is more poverty
And that people of malnutrition die does not make sense to me,
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He is a noted criminal callous in every way
He paid others to kill his foes now for his crimes he pay
What goes around always comes around the wise are known to say
He will leave jail a broken man humbled and old and gray.
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'Tis said that he is eighty his better years long gone
But he feels very young at heart and he keeps on keeping on
Old father time has left his mark on him his hair is silvery gray
But I have known a better day you'll never hear him say,
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Of Humankind he is one who does feel shy
The rufous whistler in the woodland nearby
He feels inspired to song when thunder's in the sky
For the reason for this is there one who knows why?
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