Francis Duggan Poems

You laugh the world laugh with you, you cry you cry alone
An old saying still quite relevant and it's relevance well known
You feel down and dejected don't seem to have a mate
But when you feel in joyous mood with you they celebrate.
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I once was a man driven by ambition
But the dreams i had were really only small
And the moments of my life i thought were memorable
Now don't seem so memorable when them i recall.
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Though the years may leave us looking old and gray
Life's more pleasant surprises with us seem to stay
And when the long gone years we do recall
Some of our childhood memories still the best of all.
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Many claim he was the greatest the king of the fast lane
And that the likes of Senna will not be seen again
The motor racing legend sacrificed his life for gain
And though he may be gone forever the memory will remain
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It is a wasted energy the thing that's known as hate
With it health problems for yourself you even can create
It can land you in trouble with the law when it leads to serious crime
And because of it you waste the best years of your life serving out prison time
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Everyone for themselves and God for us all
One of the more cynical sayings that I can recall
Often used by the self centred in their promotion of greed
Their idea if you do help out others in life you won't succeed
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By circumstance of birth I am lucky I am lucky as lucky can be
I could have been born to poor parents and I could have been a refugee
To the lady of luck I feel grateful she always has been kind to me
I've never known homelessness and hunger and I've never known poverty
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His Irish grandmother she told him of her childhood she grew up in the days of the Black and Tan
And her father was an Irish freedom fighter and by the British was a wanted man
She was fifteen when the civil war was raging when Irishmen against each other fought
A civil war that was caused by partition and death and sorrow to old Ireland brought.
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At Boesinghe in Belgium Francis Ledwidge fell
Killed there by an exploding shell
And he did not go home again
To Ireland, County Meath and Slane.
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This evening at dusk i heard a blackbird sing
The sound of his flute is a beautiful thing
It took me to places from here far away
When his kin bird sang sweetly in April and May,
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