Francis Duggan Poems

One might say their own legends in wars they fought in they have made
And from history they will not be allowed for to fade
On every war memorial day and in every war street parade
For the bravery in the name of freedom in war they had displayed
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For April and mid Autumn such a warm day
In the sunny blue sky just a few clouds of gray
A weather temperature high for the day of twenty five degrees
And white butterflies dancing in the warm breeze
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Though we will never hear the tolling for us of the funeral bell
For all of us there will be a final farewell
Since we are born as mortals why otherwise pretend
Life is a journey for us that will end
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In the old rushy fields where the waterways meet
Just west of the County Cork Town of Millstreet
The mottled meadow pipits of feathers brown and gray
In the greeness of April are singing today
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Oh what a great evening of laughter and beer
Such a joy to be among happy bar room cheer
In what is the happiest pub in the town
That is known to lift the spirits of those feeling down
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Aging Bill divorced from Carol his nagging ex wife
Vows he will never have another woman in his life
He claims he has lived as a far happier man
Since ten years ago she left him for his ex best friend Stan
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His future predestined for him to live elsewhere
Simon left his hometown for the big World out there
A young migrant fellow quite close to his physical prime
Content in his life one who knows how to have a good time
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As long as they do not spread of me malicious lies
That to assasination of character does give rise
The opinions of others does suit me fine
And what they say of me is no business of mine
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We all have our physical blemishes one does suppose
I know of this fellow with a large nose
By the nickname of Johnny Big Nose he is known
Though to this he will tell you my nose is my own
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There are people dying in the World every day
In bombings and shootings and in every foul way
In accidents or illnesses, heart attack or stroke
From the sleep of death none have ever woke
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