Francis Duggan Poems

Though my years of existence has not been free of inner strife
If i die tomorrow i will have had a good life
I have never known what it is like to be homeless and living in dire poverty
So many do live life far tougher than me
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For men more than three score years they do look rather well
Mick Kelleher and Mick Kissane i met them at the Mickey Bourke Hotel
Many miles from Mt Evelyn and San Remo in Koroit's Irish Town
On our four hours drinking session memory lane we went down
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Us humans are related to primates as like us colors they recognize
Between us and them there are more similarities than most realize
In the human as well as the animal World the struggle for survival goes on every day
Survival of the fittest as the wise one does say
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He shore sheep in Queensland, New South Wales, Victoria and South Australia the sheep shearing man
For close to fifty years of time quite a span
In Renmark in South Australia by the great Murray River his journey in life began
And all he has left now are the memories of his youthful elan
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To shoot a passenger plane out of the sky
Is a criminal act of cowardice none ought to deny
On the Malaysian Airline in the Ukraine far too many good people did die
That there are many bad people in the World is not a lie
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To the sheep farmers of Duhallow where i lived years ago
It's species of corvid was looked on as a foe
In fancy i hear the loud harsh caws of a bird i used to know
One of the feathered kind known to many as the silver back crow
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Money speaks every language as the wise one does say
And lots of it in life can take you quite a long way
It can buy you a swimming pool, a new home and an expensive new car
But it does not tell me of the person you are
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That we all need love in our lives only true for to say
And the one without love is a sad one today
We all do need love of some sort or kind
To shine through the gloom of the clouds of the mind
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We were quite contented though money wise poor
When Spring came to visit green old Annagloor
The hawthorns were cloaked in blooms of white to gray
And the old fields resplendent in their wildflowers of May
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Of any sort of phobia few can claim for to be free
Most live with some fear or phobia that's how it would seem to me
The soldier who had fought in war decorated for his bravery
Feels a bit scared every time a spider he does see
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