Francis Duggan Poems

The power of words is awesome then do use your words wisely
And tell the truth at all times the truth will set you free
Of any guilt or regret a far wiser one than i
Said one lie leads to another and to another lie.
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The boy mimics the father he is his father's son
And he tells all of his young mates of the good things his dad has done
The mentors of tomorrow are the fathers of today
Through your good or bad example your child follows the way.
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The type of stuff I write anybody can write
I will never be a literary leading light
Just one of many in an ordinary Town
Who never will know literary renown.
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In the late Fall in weather damp and cool
The cattle egrets back in Warrnambool
From cattle they are never far away
And with the herds they spend their waking day.
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The one who is hailed by the masses will never be a hero to you
Your hero is a quiet achiever to his dedications he's true
An honest and a hard working person and one of high integrity
You have placed him on a pedestal to you there's none greater than he.
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In this Town there is only one toilet and that is not open all of the time
And to find bowel comfort or urinating in public can be looked upon as a crime
And those caught in such acts by the police can be lumbered with a heavy fine
I know of one caught by the law urinating by a locked toilet his problem can one day be mine.
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Time brings about the changes and all things come to pass
Though times are getting harder for the hard working under class
They work hard for small wages and cannot feel financially secure
And the future is not looking rosy for the hard working poor.
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In the empty Town park no children for to play
This surely is a dying Town it has known a better day
A place of little commerce the facts they never lie
The ageing population here will grow old and die.
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Let the last day be the hardest a saying that I heard as a boy
You make yourself ill by self pity and though life not meant to be all joy
Some wallow in their poor me syndrome they do like to have a good moan
And if you weep for yourself only then surely you will weep alone.
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An email from Hannelie O Connor all of the way from Millstreet Town
She told me back there it is raining the heavens are leaving it down
The farmers they cannot be happy with too much rain in the month of May
But that's the way with the weather in Ireland unpredictable from day to day.
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