Francis Duggan Poems

It does seem for Gina luck is not on her side
Her hens are not laying and her rooster has died
And sadder for Gina her far younger ex partner the virile young Ted
Is with one sexier and younger than she is now sharing a bed
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Since you do not like others to laugh at you
Laugh with but not at is what you should do
Having your laughs at someone else's expense
Is not adult behavior or common sense
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He will never more wear the shamrock on St Patrick's Day
Or sing songs of his old homeland from here far away
Far south of his first hometown his last remains lay
Irish John was one who laughed at life of him one can say
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Though i had known of better days i did have dreams to follow
It was my yearn for adventure that lured me from Duhallow
To this great southern Country of many different races
Of different Countries of the World and many different places
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Her mum and dad behind prison bars one of the city's down-trod
She walks the street in shabby clothes child of the lesser god
A child prostitute at thirteen years her only means to stay alive
Some of her sort to adulthood are not known to survive
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It stirs the cockles of the heart and echoes in the ceiling
The sound of laughter in the room is such a joyful feeling
It surely beats discussing politics and the hereafter
It is a source of happiness this marvelous gift of laughter
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It has been some three decades of years since i last saw Duhallow
I thought i might return in Spring like the migratory barn swallow
But many Springs have come and gone since i last heard the male pheasants crowing
In rushy fields far north of here where bright waters in waterways are flowing
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For all of us life's journey end in a dark hole in the ground
Or your last remains cremated and your ashes spread upon your favorite ground
Whatever you achieve in life for you there is an end
Those known to be great are mere mortals why otherwise pretend
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So little i know of Nature's ways i have come to realize
But this in itself is not any surprise
Her secrets from us she has well hidden away
Though of her we do learn something new every day
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To fail never easy it always is tough
And though you tried your best your best not good enough
And though by one better than you this time you were beat
It is hard to smile in the face of defeat
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