Francis Duggan Poems

The funeral bell is ringing a reminder of our mortality
Farewelling a deceased soul one day 'twill ring for me
Ringing in the stillness of this cool Autumn day
Across the rural city in the morning damp and gray.
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What is success it has never been mine
In their different ways people it do define
Some see success as money to your name
As a lack of such a barrier to fame
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The wandering albatross fly far away
From island where he first saw light of day
More than two thousand miles closer to three
He follow ships across the southern sea.
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In the quiet alleyway in the dim moonlight
Some mother's young daughter she died over-night
From a drug overdose friendless and alone
Found in a disused factory doorway cold and lifeless as a stone.
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The bird born in an aviary and raised in captivity
Can never live in Nature's World amongst the wild and free
Even the birds of it's own species will peck it till it die
So never allow your feathered pet the freedom of the sky.
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She's lost the dearest love she has ever known
And now she has to face the end alone
Her only daughter's ashes gone to sea
But of others she doesn't need their sympathy.
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To tell her she is beautiful is not that hard to say
And 'twill only make her feel good about herself and help to make her day
She may even blush a little and say that's not really true
But thank you for the compliment it is so sweet of you.
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They are the future of humanity
But many of them living in poverty
And without shelter homeless on the street
Searching through rubbish bins for scraps of food to eat.
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Your wife she may not speak to you and your marriage at an end
But your dog will always stick by you, A dog's a man's best friend
Her friendship unconditional she will always stick by you
Until the Reaper claims her to you she will stay true.
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'Tis surely an Earthly Utopia Killarney by the Pacific sea
In the sunlit park by saltwater the magpie lark calls out pee wee
Between Warrnambool and Port Fairy where Nature's beauty and peace reside
Where the oystercatchers can be heard piping above the din of the incoming tide
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