Francis Duggan Poems

He is not judgmental in any way
And negative things of others he never does say
Never differentiates between nationalities or skin colour or creed
Of more of his sort the Human World is in need
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Such small things that news headlines can be about
Due to the birth of a royal baby the daily papers are sold out
Whilst thousands of people are dying of malnutrition in the big World out there
Inequality among humanity is rife everywhere
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In his lifetime not lauded as one of literary note
Yet nowadays many claim him to be England's greatest Nature poet
The poor man of Helpston the genius John Clare
As wordsmiths go his type have always been rare
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For some there is an Earthly heaven and for many there is an Earthly hell
Since not everyone of their lives have good stories to tell
In a World where millions of people for success compete
Not everyone can become the best on their street
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She hopes she will live for to see one more Spring
When the wild birds of Nature have their best songs to sing
And the weather often pleasant and sunny close to twenty degrees
And pink blossoms are blooming on the fruit bearing trees
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He has been down many a time but refuses to be counted out
And his brain it has often been racked by self doubt
For Bill there has never been an easy pay
In the poor side of town life lived in the hard way
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The sun behind gray clouds is hidden away
On a typical windy and showery mid Winter's day
But a gray shrike thrush is whistling in the woodland nearby
A voice that one does not often hear in July
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To be different from most should never be a crime
Reflecting on what others think of you seems a waste of time
Since it should not be your business what others think of you or say
Just do your own thing and live in your own way
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In the late nineteen sixties to the eighties a man among men
But many changes and a lot has happened since then
And many things Have happened in the World since he was in his prime
The ex champion shearer is showing the wear of time
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It is said of death only the fear is to fear
That this is a saying with truth in it seems obviously clear
But one consolation in this we are born to die
A fact of our existence and fact never lie
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