Francis Duggan Poems

I must be a wimp for i feel close to tears
Every-time i do think of my life's long gone years
Of my friends of the past and of what used to be
Though the past it has gone and time does not wait for me
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For our family such a tearful day to say different would be a lie
In a Cork hospital our mum was dying her wish was to come home to die
But in the family car she did not make it home as she died on the way
We all grow old with memories of our life's saddest day
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So many more compassionate and kinder people than me
Though one can only be the best one can be
But sad to think the one helping people who are financially down
Does never become the hero or the heroine of the town
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The British, Australian and the Government of the U S of A
Protest about Russia's occupation of the Crimean peninsula and their protest has credence one might say
But a few years ago as we remember these Governments sent their war planes and troops to cause death and destruction to Countries further away
Than Russia is from Crimea, is what they do okay?
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In time it has been seven years with a score
Since i climbed upon Clara above Claramore
And took in the views of Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra and Gortavehy's face of stone
And Anu's breasts near Rathmore known as the Paps of Shrone
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Oh lucky the person who does laugh every day
For laughter is known to keep worries away
The serious fellow though time on his side
At quite a young age of cancer has died
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In and out of Lake Pertobe on towards Lady Bay
Towards the Pacific at Middle Island it slowly winds it's way
Old Merri that has inspired story and rhyme
That was very old in the dinosaur time
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It has been many years since he was in his life's prime
But he is writing verses the old man of rhyme
And though the years have left him looking wrinkled and gray
He will be writing rhyme on his last night and day
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Love is not a fruit or vegetable in a garden it does not grow
And in their lifetime some the feeling of love never know
It does seem it is a gift of the compassionate and kind
For love there is not much space in the ego swollen mind
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As long as they do not defame me with lies with me this is fine
For what others think of me is their business not mine
They have their opinions and talk it is cheap
But what we sow in life is what we do reap
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