Francis Duggan Poems

My soul full of wonder at things I do see
The beauty of Nature is all around me
The birds in the Parkland do whistle and sing
In three weeks we'll be saying goodbye to the Spring
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I am one of many who loves Nature her beauty is all around me
And every day in Nature's World new wonders I'm privileged to see
Of Nature we never stop learning we learn from her every day
Though her secrets and they are many from us she has hidden away
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I am not what you would call a successful person
To be alive is my only claim to fame
My mum and dad they would not be proud of me
Though I have never brought upon them shame.
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In life you should make the most of every day
And respect to others be willing to pay
And try to live happy for time ticks away
It does not wait for anyone as some are known to say
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His financial affairs in a horrible mess
Alas the poor bloke could not cope with the stress
The financial company had re-possessed his car
When you are in trouble you wonder where your friends are
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Missed by his friends and neighbours and grieved by his family and his good wife Ann
Kevin Cronin gone from Millstreet he was such a decent man
A hard working individual one who worked hard every day
And to help out other people he often went out of his way
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Today he made the vital catch that won for his team the game
And tonight in the cricket club rooms he relives his moment of fame
Club supporters pat him on the back and tell him he is great
With a smug look upon his face his ego does inflate
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I'm not brave or known for courage I am allergic to fear
Of the violent and aggressive I am happy to stay clear
And far too many violent people in the World of today
Who don't respect the rights of others that does seem quite sad to say.
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Her clothes looking the worst for wear her straggly hair is gray
The poor old homeless lady I see her every day
Her worldly possessions she carries in a plastic bag she knows of real poverty
Yet she does not beg or borrow or look for sympathy.
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When the pale full moon is stealing through the calm and starry sky
'Tis an eerie sort of feeling for to hear the boobook's cry
Mopoke mopoke he cries out unmelodious though clear
At times he seems quite distant and at times he seems quite near
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