When I Am Long Gone Poem by Francis Duggan

When i am long gone and forgotten and of me not one memory
The magpie lark in the Town parkland all day long will sing out pee wee
And life it will go on as usual and the Seasons will come and go
And the creek born in the high country downland to the river will flow,
My better days are long behind me no turning back the hands of time
Just one more addictive old fellow addicted to old fashioned rhyme
Like most i too aspired to something and i too had my dreams of renown
And i too penned fogettable verses in the fields by a far northern town,
My best memories are of my boyhood and the good memories with us remain
And often in my flights of fancy i walk in the old fields again
I walk on the bank of the river that ripples and babbles along
The tiny brown wren sings in the hedgerow for his size he has a loud song
And when i have returned to Nature and all memories of me have gone
The birds they will sing in the parkland and life in the World will go on.