Francis Duggan Poems

We must live by our decisions and the life choices we do make
For life is educational we learn from our every mistake
Our mistakes may cost us financially and our mistakes they may cost us a friend
And life itself a learning process from the day we are born until our span of time end
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Don't blame me mate I did not vote for Howard
'Tis not my fault that he has been empowered
To rule this Nation in his clandestine way
Though he could be nearing his come uppance day.
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A Multicultural Millstreet I thought I'd never see the day
And the changes keep on happening in the old Town far away
From images on the Millstreet Web site few faces I do recognize
A multicultural Millstreet that comes as a surprise.
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A Multicultural Millstreet I thought I'd never see the day
And the changes keep on happening in the old Town far away
From images on the Millstreet Web site few faces I do recognize
A multicultural Millstreet that comes as a surprise.
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The young man of the sixties is now looking gray
And clearly he has known a far better day
The legs that moved fast some thirty years ago
Are easy to tire now and their fastest is slow
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She was a beauty years ago she has known a better day
The former Rose of Glenthompson in brown dye cloaks her gray
A grandmother of 56 and a single divorcee
Three decades ago in her prime few as beautiful as she
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The young man and woman of the future the boy and girl of today
And the aged must depart for the young to make way
And death is for all as for you and for I
And the longer we live the sooner we will die
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'Tis not how much money you have though at money making you do succeed
No you will be judged for the life that you lead
Karma will be kinder to those who help those in need
And they will be rewarded for their every good deed
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In his mid twenties in the prime of his life
He has fathered children but not taken a wife
The great coastal highway he drives up and down
And he finds a new girl friend in every town
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Most birds by their voices one cannot get wrong
The chirpings of crimson rosellas the call of the pied currawong
The laughter of the kookaburra the magpie's flute like song
To each individual bird species their own voice belong
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