A Good Person Poem by Francis Duggan

To help the handicapped she see it as her duty I'm for the underdog you hear her say
And once a forthnight even in a heatwave she drives to a place one hundred miles away
To entertain those who need entertaining to such a worthy cause she remains true
She is what one would call a real good person and people like her sad to say too few.

Her husband to her seems so very different to help others he don't go out of his way
He's obsessed with himself like many others 'myself comes first' one often hear him say,
His wife's love for the underdog it bugs him it's something he finds hard to comprehend
It's not surprising that he seems quite friendless and that she is one never short of a friend.

Every second saturday she drives down to the suburbs she makes the trip in sunshine or in rain
And in the evening in the gathering darkness she drives back to her country town again
One well might say another unsung heroine for her name is not in any honours roll
And she is an extraordinary woman and she has warmth and sunshine in her soul.

She is a fighter for the worthy causes she marches in protests for human rights for refugees
The people now locked in detention centres who fled their war torn lands beyond the seas
And every second saturday for to help disabled people she drives down to the suburbs in her car
And she's a good and kind and caring person and to help others no drive for her seems far.