Francis Duggan Poems

A telephone conversation with James Sullivan in old Claraghatlea
Even as the crow does fly from here far away
And i garnered from the conversation which did not last long
That the Irish economy is still going strong,
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For many years as man and wife
And they have shared the ups and downs of life
But they won't be going to the cafe
For coffee on Valentine's Day
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The lovely bird the black cat did kill
The goldfinch with short thin bill
Never more amongst the sunlit garden trees
Will be heard singing in the breeze
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You may judge me harshly though with me that's okay
For to you for my sins i will not have to pay
The one i must pay has a five letter name
And as for you your praise and criticisms i treat as the same
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Such beautiful music on a gum tree nearby
It echoes so sweetly across the still sky
The song of the magpie melodious and clear
He sings every day the twelve months of the year
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It is not death that bothers me though the thought of death i fear
And do not waste your prayers on me for your prayers i will not hear
And do not waste your tears on me just leave me to rest in peace
At least from the cares of living i will have found a release,
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As if life without power is a meaningless thing
Ageing political leaders to their power base try to cling
It does seem their egos are out of control
And to garner more power in life their only goal
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Her wisdom is with me from decades ago
The marvellous old sagess that i used to know
The wisdom she imparted with me does remain
And in my flights of fancy she is living again
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He has shorn hundreds of thousands of sheep in the big Countryside
And as a top shearer he is known far and wide
In the country Town pubs he enjoys the good cheer
And he has a liking for women and beer.
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He is many decades past his writing prime
But still he is rhyming the old man of rhyme
And dare you to tell him his best days are gone
In his eightieth year and he keeps penning on
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