Will I Be Here - Poem by Francis Duggan
Will I be here in four months from now to sing for Auld Lang Syne
For to farewell the old and welcome the new and drink some beer and wine
Since in life there is no certainty and none to guarantee
Us of how long we live and when we die whenever that will be.
Some old blokes with great arrogance laugh in the face of time
They boast of their successes and recall their glorious prime
They tell of how they came home from war to a victory parade
To risk their lives for their Nation's flag that was the choice they made.
I never was a soldier or learned how to use a gun
And with my pub mates I cannot talk of battles lost and won
And what others think or say of me I really do not care
Since I treat others as equals and I try to be fair.
The wealthy people of today are seen as a great success
It does not seem to matter if because of them the World is in a mess
They pollute the environment and people of hunger die
And they are seen as the heroes and the good life they enjoy.
Will I be around in four months time for to sing in the New Year
And with my mates sing Auld Lang Syne and drink a wine or beer
For time keeps ticking on and on and whose to even say
When the Reaper will pay us the call we live from day to day.
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