Francis Duggan Poems

A little bit of love of self is a good and natural thing
But you ought to leave it to others your praises to sing
In this the twenty first century narcissism is rife
Some do see themselves as far greater than life
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Remember those you judge who in life are not doing materially well
Like you too do have their own stories to tell
Of how they daydream of a better life every day
And hope that the lady of luck will come smiling their way
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It is true he is one who does not have a foe
Everyone who know or does know of him does like Happy Joe
He always seems happy a smile on his face
For sadness or worry in his mind there is not any space
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It is true that learning to knowledge does give rise
But the more i do learn the more i realize
That i am one who does know little at all
Just a tiny brick in the great knowledge wall
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We are born to life to eventually die
The same for the wealthy celebrities as you and i
Life has a beginning and also has an end
Since we are born as mortals why otherwise pretend
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They will not grow healthy and wealthy and wise
Those who live on a diet of burgers and french fries
In expensive restaurants their sort cannot afford for to dine
On their income they can only afford fast food and cheap wine
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Ordinary men and their ordinary wives
Believe that they live extraordinary lives
In their huge back garden an Olympic sized swimming pool
On warm Summer days to swim in and keep cool
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If ever again i return to Millstreet
Many i knew there i know i will not meet
For many are deceased or like me live far away
From the Town and countryside in view of Clara today
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It is true to be flawed is to be human the near to perfect to say the least rare
Many observe the unwritten commandment of your own self you always take care
In the Human World the real god is money despite what the religious do say
Since they too deal in paper banknotes though to their gods of the Universe they do pray
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I am just a fellow of rhyme doggerel
And of any successes in life i do not have of to tell
Even of my own praises i feel unworthy to sing
Though i am one of those who likes doing my own thing
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