Francis Duggan Poems

I am one who live far from my first home place and i have been in many a town
And i have known of and worked with many races of all shades of black, white and brown
Only to find in all races there are good and bad people this much i have come to realize
Though different in culture and creed and color our similarities in most ways should not come as a surprise
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Her name was Kathleen Murphy before she became Brendan Murphy's wife
And in Millstreet in Duhallow she spent most of her life
A mother and grandmother though she was not old in years
And among her friends and family her passing did give rise to tears
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I do not believe in the hereafter one reason that i do fear death
One reason i wish to keep living and that i will fight for my final breath
I do not believe post bodily death that the soul has wings to fly
To the paradise of the God people believe in a World somewhere beyond the sky
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So many poor people in the World of today
They only know of life in the hard way
As victims of famine and war refugees
They live with their nightmares of bad memories
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Have you ever wondered in moments of self doubt
What reason for living and what is life about
Some may call this negative thinking but negativity
Is never far distant from reality
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The past as is said in the forever gone
We live in the now and time keeps ticking on
Tomorrow will dawn but not for everyone
And a mother will give birth to a daughter or son
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In early September near the prime of the Spring
The nesting wild songbirds chirp, whistle and sing
In cool enough weather of a high fifteen degrees
Of sporadic sunshine and rain in the breeze
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Despite a childhood of poverty, rape and violence she would not accept defeat
The amazing Christina Noble by life refused for to be beat
She spent much of her childhood in an orphanage in Dublin and as homeless on the street
But as her surname suggests with nobility life's toughest challenges she did meet
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In the grave where her husband lay
Nancy McLean was put to earth today
In Koroit never to be seen in the flesh again
But good memories are sure to remain
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Behind the gray clouds the sun hidden away
The rain drizzling down on Duhallow today
On a silver birch tree a silver backed crow
Is cawing in a field near where the Araglen flow
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