Francis Duggan

A Ballad Of Wasted Years - Poem by Francis Duggan

I have walked through tougher Harlem where few strangers dare to go
And I've been in London City in the rain and in the snow
And I've worked in inner Melbourne in the searing summer heat
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Comments about A Ballad Of Wasted Years by Francis Duggan

  • Saint Cynosure (9/4/2016 6:44:00 PM)

    Francis has poets we have the toughest job, pleasing our readers daily...
    Blessings, Saint.
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  • Joe Hughes (7/12/2016 5:02:00 AM)

    A lovely change of style for you Francis. I love the lilt and bouncing rhythm of this beautiful poem . Having worked in trade unions for much of my life I can identify with all of the sentiments which you express here. I was always on the pocket line and manning the demonstrations and speaking endlessly to the media on the subject of poor pay for NHS workers. Marvellous and so much more of your work to enjoy. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Louis Rams (6/16/2016 11:19:00 PM)

    we are but mere commoners working for a wage, as we are torn apart
    with bitterness and rage.
    others reap the rewards as we slave day and night just to put food on the table
    doing what we think is right.
    many are on welfare claiming disability, and driving big Cadillacs- this I just can't see.
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  • Susan Williams (3/9/2016 3:30:00 PM)

    Absolutely well-written poem here. You know what, the heck with commenting on it, I'm going to go read it again and again.. (Report) Reply

  • Liza Sudina (10/15/2015 2:34:00 AM)

    You are a very talented poet! a big story of your life! you know - our life is endless (I have a faith) - and this faith should make you fly over all sorrows and their sympathies or antisympathies.
    and not the whole world is laughing at you! I'm not laughing at all! I feel compassion.
    all the unjustness - will be punished by God!
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  • Rajnish Manga (2/22/2015 10:34:00 PM)

    Very moving story indeed and inspirational too- on many counts. This is an emotional and soul-stirring commentary on the condition of migrant labourers who get uprooted from their native lands and its relative joys. Following lines are worth pondering: I felt inwardly contented even though I was quite poor... / Till the wanderlust possessed me I grew restless as the wind. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • (2/22/2015 3:29:00 PM)

    This is a great poem; I enjoyed it so much that I had to read some of his other poems. He’s a very talented poet. (Report) Reply

  • (2/22/2015 3:27:00 PM)

    This is a great poem; I enjoyed it so much that I had to read some of his other poems. He’s a very talented poet. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Stafford (2/22/2015 9:26:00 AM)

    Alas, we are all children of chance, the victims of circumstance. well done. (Report) Reply

  • (2/22/2015 8:02:00 AM)

    I respect this man: he ploughs his own furrow, and asks for nothing from the common purse. Yet he has earnt it: it s not sympathy, but respect of a life lived hard. (Report) Reply

  • Godfrey Morris (2/13/2015 6:05:00 PM)

    I love this poem the rhythm is perfect flows like a song. Great write great poem. (Report) Reply

  • (12/5/2013 8:32:00 PM)

    Words like 'good hard working fellow' does not do a thing for me
    All I need is lots of money, I don't need your sympathy.

    these words are not from the heart, but from the tired soul..If our social system says that we have to live life like this, who has the guts to change, at least people have the roof, good food and health benefits, though they are tied with mortgages..Nice to read Francis..
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  • Heather Wilkins (11/18/2013 6:24:00 AM)

    a good ballad about life. It goes by so quickly leaving us not much time to prepare (Report) Reply

  • (11/6/2013 3:00:00 AM)

    Well, its reality that we have to do work to earn something to sustain our it in the form of goods or money. For as long as you earn it the honest way then its worth the money you earn. Nevertheless, we have to save for the future when time comes we are old... retirement is good if it is well-provided! Thanks for sharing this honest sentiments. (Report) Reply

  • (4/18/2013 4:21:00 PM)

    What a great poem! Such a searing look at life. In the end we are all here for a very short while and beyond being healthy not much else matters. All of the money may be fun while you have it but you sure can't take it with you. So the most valuable thing in life is just time and in that sense you are much richer than Steve Jobs. I rally enjoy your poems.
    Dick Lackman
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  • William Kd (2/11/2013 11:43:00 PM)

    Great read!
    You should put that on your C.V.
    ; -)
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  • Ruby Honeytip (11/15/2012 7:56:00 PM)

    Hold the applause...just throw cash! !
    I know how you feel...although I am on the female side of this coin.
    8711 poems to go, and I think I'm gonna love them all: ^)
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  • Simon Collins (5/12/2012 10:55:00 AM)

    I have been the same mate, I understand, but at least we can sleep well, good words, thanks (Report) Reply

  • (4/23/2012 9:46:00 PM)

    An enrirchd life, full of experiences - shared in a poem. (Report) Reply

  • (5/22/2010 3:15:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem in which you have poured out your heart with appropriate words for high impact. But you are discounting the rich experience you gathered as money is not everything. Ask one who has a million dollars in his account or is no.1 in his profession whether he is happy and his soul is at peace.Invariably not. Happiness is deep inside, please go through some of my poems which are based on my personal experience.Thanks. (Report) Reply

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