Francis Duggan Poems

For as long as i live till my last night and day
My rhyming addiction perhaps with me to stay
I have been a rhymer since in my life's prime
And over four decades of years i have penned heaps of rhyme
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Today in the World people in a violent and painful way have died
People murder good people like Christ was crucified
Nailed to a timber cross on the Hill of Calvary
How cruel and how callous some people can be
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On the corporate ladder you may have climbed far
But you are not as important as you think you are
Far greater than you their life journey did end
Life's Reaper to anyone is not a friend
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A Summer day in early February close to thirty degrees
The sun shining warm with a freshening coastal breeze
And in the deep blue sky just a few clouds of gray
It is indeed a very nice Summer's day
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Behind every great man there is a great woman as some like to say
Though some will tell you it is the other way
Though i often ask myself what is greatness about
Since some looked on as great live under the shadow of doubt
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One cannot say of young Fred that he lives an honourable life
Whilst his best friend is far away from home working he is making love to his wife
Unbeknown to her husband Steve his wife Jenny with his best friend is having a sexual affair
One can say of them they are a dishonorable pair
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Though of him i heard good things said him i did not personally know
Years ago he left his home for Toronto in Millstreet Town Minor Row
And with him went Maureen O Sullivan of Claraghatlea the love of his life
The mother of his children and his devoted wife
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I have an addiction of penning of rhyme
But suppose i could be doing worse with my time
And though in literature i will never be one to the fore
I write rhymes for enjoyment and little else more
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From there i have been many Seasons away
And by all accounts Millstreet is a changed place today
But the old fields of Claraghatlea would look much the same
I remember some of them by their given name
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I do not wish to grow into an angry old man
Bitter with the Human World at the end of my life span
With the darkness of selfishness clouding my mind
I only wish to grow old as compassionate and kind
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