Francis Duggan Poems

It has been many years since my hair was dark brown
Since i lived in the countryside near Millstreet Town
I last saw old Clara thirty three years ago
And time that rusts iron has since become my foe
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Some of the best things in life to view are free
Even in the City parks there is beauty to see
Where the birds chirp and whistle on bushes and trees
The sound of their music is blowing in the breeze
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To my memory the sweet scent of grass mowed for silage or hay
In the warm breeze come wafting from meadows far away
And the chirping of young birds in the groves i do hear
In June in Duhallow a nice time of year
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Some people face new challenges in life every day
But through the hard times they do battle their way
They surely do know what living life is all about
The people who refuse for to be counted out
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Those who speak on behalf of those battling the odds
Are surely the chosen of the greater gods
For the homeless and stateless they do speak out
And that they are great people should go without doubt
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Long before time it did become his foe
A renowned sportsman five decades ago
In his prime he was a marvellous athlete
Against the Country's best with success he did compete
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Though them i do hear and do see every day
Of them i know little in truth i can say
As independent of human beings most of them do stay
They have their own lives and live in their own way
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Everyone have their journey in life to pursue
Though for many their dreams for them never come true
Life's winners can smile as winners always do
This is how it is for all and all includes me and you
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Wisdom and serenity does not come with time's decay
One can say of Kate that she waffles away
I feel glad that her i don't meet every day
Since for herself she always has so much to say
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On the roadway by where many of the deceased of Warrnambool lay
The cars, buses and trucks pass to and fro every day
And though the noisy traffic to them is quite near
In the quietness of the dark earth the dead does not hear
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