To My Own Self Can I Be True Poem by Francis Duggan

I've often asked of myself the question what sort of a person am I?
I've not been to war as many have and for a cause I'd not die
Suppose I too will receive one day the sort of karma I am due
But if I do not know my own self well to my own self can I be true?

To my own self can I be true If my own self I do not know
Of my value as a person the self doubt in me grow
Still rough around the edges am I a never do well?
The poets pen lovely verses and I pen doggerel.

In the bigger World out there wars and famines are rife
And so very little value is placed on Human life
Your money says more about you than the person you really are
Few wish to know the person who drives the aged car.

The less people who know you the less to judge you many would see that thinking as wrong
But the bond of Human friendship when put to the test not strong
The flowers of peace and love will not bloom where there is poverty
Your worth is judged in your money though with that you may not agree.

To my own self can I be true I ask of myself again?
Of my worth as a Human Being the doubt with me will remain
Until the reaper takes from me the breath of life whenever that will be
And of self doubt and living cares I'll finally be free.