The Death Of Lonely Jim Poem by Francis Duggan

Nostalgia at his heart pricks like a thorn
His thoughts are of the Land where he was born
And a beautiful woman he once loved there
Miliza with the curly ginger coloured hair.

Twenty years have gone since the day
He left his home to travel far away
He kissed goodbye and left his girl in tears
A handsome looking man of twenty years.

Wanderlust had got hold of his mind
He left a heavy hearted girl behind
Flowers bloomed and birds sang on the April morn
That he sailed out from the Land where he was born.

And though his homesick heart for home fields always yearn
To his Land of birth he never did return
Because the money that he earn he does abuse
He spends it in the bar rooms on the booze.

Miliza's done well for herself in life
She has become a very wealthy farmer's wife
And though she is financially secure
She'd rather have married him and still be poor.

It's closing time the bar man gives a shout
Boys finish up your drinks the time is out
And lonely Jim walks out the bar room door
Still thinking of the woman that he loved in days of yore.

He goes to cross the street thirty yards from the bar
And walks unto the pathway of a speeding motor car
Too late the driver brakes there's a loud thud
And lonely Jim lay dying in his own blood.

A curious crowd of people gather round
The badly injured man dying on the ground
They watch on in silence as the attending doctor say
This man is dying for the ambulance clear way.

For lonely Jim the cares of life are o'er
He dies still young his years of life two score
He won't be pining for his Native shore
Or thinking of Miliza any more.