Francis Duggan Poems

Even the best of people are flawed in some way
To be flawed is to be human in truth one can say
Though some far more flawed than others is also quite true
And to every good living person honor and respect is her or his due
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Brave Dan says he has earned his every hair of gray
As a young man he fought in a war far away
A decorated ex soldier though his medals for bravery he never display
He is rather humble of him one might say
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You can only be the best that you can be
And be kind to others and live honestly
And if in word or deed you never put anyone down
You are surely a credit to your side of the town
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In the fields of Duhallow where the rushes in clusters grow
The babbling Blackwater towards Mallow Town flow
Where it has flowed forever and will forever more
On it's journey towards Youghal to the Atlantic shore
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They never receive genuine respect though respect they demand
Those who need power over others i will never understand
They do have in them this great need to control
The people afflicted by darkness of soul
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Those who have love in them are known for to travel far
To war zones of the World to help the victims of war
They never join armies where people other people are trained for to kill
And they have not been known for to wish on others ill
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The sun behind gray clouds is hidden away
It has been raining in the Moyne Shire since before daybreak today
But of the quick change in the weather i have not heard one complain
Since the dry countryside is in need of rain
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It is true of time it does weaken the strong
And those who believe that some are not equal to others have got it all wrong
Since death is for everyone is true to say
And the Reaper of lives makes all equal one day
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Of Nature i know little in truth i can say
But of her i do learn some thing new every day
And the more i learn of her the more i realize
That her secrets are many this not a surprise
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Her wavy shoulder length hair is as dark as the wing of a crow
The Pride of Woodford where the dark Merri flow
As with scarcely a ripple it creeps on it's way
Near the end of it's long Journey at Lady Bay
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