Francis Duggan Poems

I've been a rhymer for some time
Ever since my life's physical prime
For many years a rhyming buff
I have written reams and reams of stuff
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So many poor people in the World of today
As homeless and outcasts they grow old and gray
In a fair Human World it would not be this way
Such is life as the less sympathetic would say
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She may have silver hair and age lines on her face
But she is one who is growing older with grace
And she remains beautiful in every way
The former town rose way back in her prime day
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You may tell others of your problems of the hardships in life you have known
And though they may sound sympathetic they do have problems of their own
They may say your's is a sad story of your life in your Earthly Hell
Only for to add of life's battle we too have such stories to tell
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Since others you never do seem to impress
You do feel bitter for your lack of success
Accept who you are since in life that's your lot
So lucky are those happy with what they have got
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The song of the blackbird melodious and clear
A familiar Voice of the Spring of the year
It takes me to places from here far away
To a Northern Land in the prime of the May
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The rumble of thunder in the darkened sky
And the barn owl utters it's familiar shrill cry
As above the town park to the tall trees nearby
On silent wings the nocturnal hunter does fly
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The three words I love you for some hard to say
Though by millions those words are repeated each day
But those who have not known love in childhood love unable to give
They struggle with the tender human feelings for as long as they live
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Though what I have written few read or recite
I keep on penning rhymes since I do love to write
For many years now I've been a rhyming buff
And I am one of those who has penned reams of stuff
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Of my own shortcomings I am all too aware
And what others say of me can't say I much care
As long as in speaking of me to the truth they stay true
How can I take offense at what is my due
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