Francis Duggan Poems

I used to think on Spring twilights he sang his song for me
The gold billed blackbird by my first home upon the cypress tree
But i was green to Nature's ways and thought had proved me wrong
It is to proclaim their territory that inspire birds to song
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Jack Tarrant was a likeable old fellow in his younger years in an accident he lost an eye
He told good jokes and he liked his pint of porter the term of good bloke to him did apply
In Liscreagh he and his wife raised their children one liked by many and known far and wide
One who was never lacking in compassion he had the gift of kindness on his side
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For some not all life it is never easy and every day a new challenge to face
The winners in life do take all of the glory it is never easy for to lose with grace
In the Human World many Stateless and Homeless and over thirty million refugees
The gap between the haves and have nots is widening and poverty comes in varying degrees
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For years i have been battling my black moods of despair
And telling myself life to me is unfair
But others than me have far heavier crosses to bear
The human depth of suffering can be relative of such i am aware
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The place where i first saw the light of day
From where i now live far away
And yet the memories with me stay
Of Ireland in the month of May
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The great gift of life is a wonderful thing
And for as long as we can do to it we should cling
Through the sunny blue sky just a few clouds of gray
So good to be living on such a nice day
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It follows that the person who is racist to one person is racist to a whole race
The beauty in the fair go for all such people could never embrace
They are not an advantage to humanity in their thinking they have got it all wrong
Their ideas on life out of fashion to a long gone age their sort of thinking belong
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The memories of my younger years in me remain strong
Philomena Cronin a friend of the past born as Philomena Long
Through the medium of the internet me she did trace
We were childhood friends in our first homeplace
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The wanderlust it is still in me for Lands that i never will see
And though i am one of the ageing the spirit of adventure is alive in me
I have only been to six Countries not what one would call a well traveled man
I have not been to China or Russia or India or Pakistan
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In South West Victoria an old country Town
It has been awhile since i have been in Camperdown
The people there friendly as the word can be
At least anyhow that's how they seemed to me
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