Francis Duggan Poems

The seasons to our lives do come and do go
And eventually time becomes everyone's foe
Three score and ten years the average human life span
And a few years more for a woman than it is for a man
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From Nature i learn something new every day
In life one never stops learning it does seem this way
One gets to know birds by their chirps and their song
But in bird recognition by voice i have often been proven wrong
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The voices of the 'You Hear This Group' for me far too loud
The people of their life's achievements who seem far too proud
Of their own and their friends life's successes they do like to tell
On the achievements of self and family and friends they sure love to dwell
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It is something you may have heard me say before
I write rhymes for enjoyment that and nothing more
I add to my growing numbers of them every day
If i did not enjoy rhyming i would give it away
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Michael Casey lived in Tooreenbawn all of his life
And there he raised his family with Margaret his deceased wife
It is so sad to learn that from life he has passed away
That in the old Millstreet cemetery at the West End his last remains now lay
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To be a great writer her claim to renown
A very talented woman the poet of the town
Though well into her eighties loved and widely known
One might say of her in a class of her own
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From village to town in their Romany horse drawn vans
They traveled on the by roads the Irish traveling clans
People who were not restricted by borders or range
But the late nineteen fifties to their way of life brought great change
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Your past in reality well may be gone
But wherever you go to you it does follow on
The memories of what used to be with us stay
For as long as we live till our last night and day
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In Australia political change all for the better by the Murdoch media we are told
The Liberal-National Government will take us back to the nineteen fifties to the happy days of old
When all Aussies they were well off no such a thing as poverty
We are heading for the good times happy days for you and me
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The child born to a homeless mother in life has been born to lose
And to begin life as a pauper anyone would never choose
But thousands of children are born into poverty in the World every day
Without any hope for a good future this does seem so sad to say
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