Francis Duggan Poems

Slavoj Zizek of Slovenia enjoys Worldwide fame
In the world of the great minds his is a great name
Though not a world leader he ought to be
His amazing energy amazes me
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It will not matter to me when i have lived my last night and day
If my remains are cremated or buried under earth and clay
Since like every other life form to the life reaper's scythe i'll fall
And worries about post death of no help to me at all
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John Twomey was famous when i was a boy
To many in Duhallow his poems brought great joy
But the lust of the wander lured him to elsewhere
To a life of adventure in the big world out there
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The town's number 1 beauty in her physical prime
But she is losing out to the passing of time
With brown hair dye nowadays she covers her gray
But the obvious wear of time on her ageing body even clothed she cannot hide away
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To me pomp and ceremony is boring and dull
And of rank and class distinction i've had a gut full
The facts are we are born as mortals and facts never lie
The monarch and president must eventually die
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The tiny frogs are singing in the watery paddock drain
How green this countryside looks after October rain
Between Terang and Warrnambool the paddocks flat and green
With dairy cows and beef steers and heifers in plenty to be seen
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Like the passing of nature's seasons to life we come to and from go
And the days and weeks go quickly and time becomes our foe
It does not seem that long ago when i was in my prime
But nowadays i am walking slower and showing the wear of time
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A compulsive rhymer that surely is me
I have been penning doggerel since nineteen seventy three
For close to forty years i have been a rhyming buff
And i am one who has written a whole heap of stuff
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Why tell me about it i know life can be unfair
There are millions of people nowadays living of hope in despair
In refugee camps and homeless shelters and condemned to sleeping rough
Compared to them i am one who has never known it tough
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Were you ever at a gathering where you felt out of place
Where your inhibitions you were forced to face
Where inferior feelings surfaced in your mind
And that more comfortable surroundings for you would not be hard to find
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