The Grand Old Poet From Dover Poem by Francis Duggan

There was a time down at the pub he read his poems with passion
But in his seventies he does not recite since rhyme is out of fashion
They talk of football and of their lives and of how their club is faring
The only culture they speak of in between bouts of swearing.

At the pub thirty years ago he was often centre of attention
But now literature is not the in thing it seldom gets a mention
None ask him to recite a poem on poetry they are not interested
A poem from him for many years has never been requested.

His wife the great love of his life is now with the departed
She passed away ten months ago which leaves him heavy hearted
His daughter and her husband and children lived in France 'twill be six years in September
When they left for to live elsewhere with sadness he remember.

On friday evenings he has a few beers at the local pub the grand old Poet from Dover
But he no longer recites verse his poetry days are over
He will never more see England's shore or hear the sea birds calling
Above the beach by his old home as shades of night are falling.