The Urge To Write Poem by Francis Duggan

The Urge To Write



It is not for money not at all or literary renown
That these doggerels that are in my head in paper I put down
It is just the compulsion that I feel to write that keeps me keeping on
That keeps me penning worthless rhymes though all hope of fame has gone.

For many penning verse is a 'hungry belly game' just that and nothing more
And what we write about by others in other ways has often been said before
But the urge to write is irrestible a lust for life maybe
Or the urge to share in the gentler side of our humanity.

In Nature much to write about and much to hear and see
The wildborn birds always sing at dawn on bush and hedge and tree
To Mother Nature's garden the Seasons come and go
And the more we learn of Nature the less of her we know we know.

So much to write on human life a life story in us all
Though many never have their names written on the memorial wall
We came from Nature it would seem and we'll return to her one day
And like all her other forms of life in her bosom we will lay.

It is not for money that I write or any sort of fame
And when I cease to breathe the breath of life mine will be a forgotten name
My old fashioned rhymes are out of date and them I cannot sell
But I never said I was a poet just a man of doggerel.

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