Francis Duggan Poems

Behind bark of old timber going to natural decay
The woodlice do hide from the bright lamp of day
Safe from the rain and the cold and the storm
Their duties in Nature in silence they perform
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On the ladder of success he is one who has climbed far
But do not envy him his great job and new car
You are quite as good as him in your own way
Though he takes home than you a bigger week's pay
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Where everyone knows everyone it is that sort of town
And for everyone who is good at sports there is local renown
Where many look on you with suspicion if to them you are not well known
In where it is looked on as an honor to be called one of our own
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You help some poor person in need of helping without asking for pay
And just consider it to be your good deed of the day
For this you will receive good karma for this is your due
On such a belief i believe to be true
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My first home place i have not seen for years
And for what was i have shed my nostalgic tears
And the past like every yesterday to the forever gone
But the memories of what was in me does live on
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At 12 am the Autumn in her cloak of brown
Will quietly steal into the park of the town
The last day of the calendar Summer a changeable day
The sun at times behind dark gray clouds is hidden away
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Human made laws have been known for to fail
Since the world's greatest criminals are not in jail
They attend lavish parties in the best of restaurants dine
And they only drink the most expensive wine
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Some so called true patriots the flag of their Country do wave
To honor the young who in war have died brave
But for me true patriots fight to save the trees from the chainsaw
And in so doing risk a term in prison by breaking human made law
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Since for each one of us there's a last night and day
Death does make us equal it does seem this way
The living pauper is better off than the celebrated dead
Where there is life there is hope as has often been said
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My heroes and heroines are not celebrated yet they are compassionate and caring and kind
Their type are rare and getting rarer since to selflessness they are inclined
They work to help the poorest of people for love of humanity not pay
Yet for their work they are taken for granted and this does seem a sad thing to say
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