Francis Duggan Poems

Sport it is not all fun it would seem or that's how it would seem to be
For the losers only sadness and for the winners the joy of victory
F I F A World cup qualifying games are one example the losing fans are a sad sight to see
They look and feel devastated to know they won't be going to Germany.
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I do not wish to hear your life story though I wish you all of the best in life
You are not the only man in the World who can boast of a beautiful wife
And you are not the only man in the World to be an acclaimed millionaire
Your type of man is not endangered and your type of man not even rare.
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There is more to life for any woman than being a faithful and a devoted wife
To a selfish and egotistical fellow until the last day of her life
To one who remains as a rude teenager in his behaviour who uses her as his sexual toy
She cares for him and for their children whilst the good life he seems to enjoy.
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Time does not stop it ticks and ticks away
And for all of us a final night and final day
Like all life forms us humans are born to die
This is a fact and fact does never lie
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So much about wealthy celebritiesevery day
They do seem newsworthy it does seem this way
Out of stories of their love affairs and infidelities glossy magazine publishers do financially well
To their many fans and admirers news of them readily sell
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The frogs in the pond singing in the moonlight
As the rain drizzles down on a wintery night
And the cry of a fox in the paddock nearby
On the second last evening of the southern July
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Of singing her praises could one ever tire
The one that the artists and writers inspire
To sketch and write stories of the one who supplies us with our every need
Yet wealthy humans abuse her for to satiate their greed
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They do not have to worry about money and life and work today
By Flaxman Street where many of the deceased of Warrnambool lay
Their worries behind them of any cares they are free
Life's journey too will end for you and for me
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They may be the people not many admire
But of singing their praises I for one does not tire
The kind and the caring on their side of the town
Yet they live and grow old as strangers to renown
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They always do patronize the local pub
The fans and the members of the town's football club
Seated at the bar tables in small groups they talk of football
And little else matter much to them at all
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