Poor Margaret Poem by Francis Duggan

The day that poor Margaret died that evening on the news on the T V
No word of mention of her did I hear no image of her did I see
Not seen as important enough that news of her passing should be made known
To all in the bigger World out there the poor we see fit to disown.

Bought out as a child orphan in the late forties in Melbourne she went to an orphanage school
A young girl from the Town of the scousers the old City of Liverpool
She never knew her father or mother or none of her kin she did know
And she had vague memories of her early childhood since that was a long time ago.

She never married though she gave birth to a daughter who in early infancy died
One might say the Gods were against her and luck never was on her side
But despite her sad life she was happy and she was never known to complain
And sad to think she's gone forever and never to be seen again.

Gray haired perhaps in her late sixties she did have a beautiful face
And she will be missed from the old Town since there is none to take her place
She knew all about hardship and suffering and she knew about poverty
Yet she never did seem unhappy and she was one who seemed care-free.

Poor Margaret she is gone forever her bones rest far from England's shore
And it goes without saying I do feel sad to think I'll see her never more
one might say she had a hard innings and from life's cares she has found her release
But her I will always remember and may Margaret now rest in peace.