A Former Rose Of Maryborough Poem by Francis Duggan

With short hair dyed black and skin of chestnut brown
She sat on a park bench in Maryborough Town
With quite an attractive face that one would not easily forget
She blew smoke as she puffed on a cigarette
A Maryborough Rose many Seasons ago
Till time that rusts iron did become her foe
With many grandchildren a twice married wife
Aging in her sixties without a man in her life
A former Maryborough Rose time for her did not stand still
Filling her lungs with gray nicotine smoke that makes people ill
Doubtless she has good memories of for her what used to be
Not many of her age as attractive as she
The one who sat on the park bench smoking a cigarette
With a memorable face one would not easily forget.