Francis Duggan Poems

We have been told that rhymers are different to poets
Like sheep in appearance are quite different to goats
And the billionaire different to you and to i
But to live we all breathe air and eventually we die
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In penning of rhyme for me no money or fame
It can be what is known as a hungry belly game
I add to my growing number of rhymes every day
But only for enjoyment and never for pay
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Where everyone knows everyone his is a stranger's face
And where everyone knows everyone he does feel out of place
He came for his company from the City to work in their branch in the country town
Where he is a stranger on every street that he walks up and down
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The beauty of Nature does not cost us to see
Everyday as i walk it is all around me
Even in the town park every day of the year
The Earthly Goddess to us is ever near
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She advised me to stop rhyming for to give it away
That it was about time i decided for to call it a day
That all of my rhymes are similar on the side of rough
According to her i have written enough
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The past it may be in the forever gone
But the memories of what was in the mind does live on
Nostalgia can be re-awakened in the mind in the words of a song
And wherever we go to the past with us goes along
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Rolf Harris the singer of great wealth and fame
May well die in prison in his cell of shame
His judges have spoken he must serve prison time
He has been found guilty of many a serious crime
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Like many i have known of my good days and bad
And i know what it is like to be happy and sad
And though physically my better days in the long gone
I am one who does love life and i want to live on
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My journey in life does not lead to renown
A long way south of Claraghatlea and Millstreet Town
In south west Victoria in the Autumn of my life span
Far from the place where i grew into a man
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Perhaps i will never come to understand
The wars about God and the wars about Land
From death in war zones heroes are made
And from history war memories are not allowed to fade
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