Francis Duggan Poems

Wherever i go to my past goes with me
And often in fancy i hear and i see
In Spring a pink breasted chaffinch singing on a leafy birch tree
Such beauty that lives on in the memory
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Since you helped for to elect them to govern on election day
That you call them your government with me is okay
But one has to lose for another to win
And your government cannot represent those who did not vote them in
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Where mine many years ago was a known face
And as a boy and young man it was my favourite place
But from there i have been by far too long away
And to many in Claraghatlea i would be a stranger today
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We should live for to live and let live
And help those of helping in need
And not be taking more than we give
And for our good karma plant the good seed
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A beautiful place i feel privileged to know
Port Fairy where the Moyne into the Pacific flow
An old coastal Town full of beauty and life
Where the warmth of hospitality among it's people is rife
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Fifteen kilometers or more from Warrnambool's big coastal Town
The paddocks by the Hopkins in Summer are brown
An old land that has inspired story and rhyme
That was very old even in the Dreamtime
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Everything happens for a reason at least that is what we are told
But that of little use to her since she did not live to grow old
Her life it was taken from her in the cruelest and foulest way
That lady luck was not on her side does this seem a fair thing to say
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In Buninyong i would be a stranger today
Since from there in time i have been too long away
A stranger today in the old Crown Hotel
Where years ago i was one who was known well
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The blooming of love is a beautiful thing
And of the praises of love many do love to sing
But the love often the quickest to bloom often the fastest to die
Wise words from an old sage and surely not a lie
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Life is not meant to be easy for some it does seem
And lack of money does give rise to low self esteem
Only a saint would embrace poverty
And saints are a rare breed would you not agree
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