Francis Duggan Poems

I'm on the road to nowhere 'tis all uphill from here
The past is gone forever 'tis the future that I fear
And every day that I live is nearer to my end
And that I do not fear the thought of dying I never do pretend.
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He wears his club scarf and beanie this cold saturday evening in the late Fall
As he walks from the train to the football oval for to watch a few hours of football
One might say a one eyed supporter he urges his footy heroes on
But he falls silent before the final siren when all hope of a victory seems gone.
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There's a spot for the blue collar worker and a spot for the one on the dole
And a spot for the company executive and for the one who mines for coal
And there's a spot for the doctor and surgeon and even for the poor lost soul
We are graded as if we are potatoes for each of us a pigeon hole.
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On those old brown hills by Wonthaggi 'tis said there once were many trees
Where the black tribes lived in the Dreamtime and enjoyed their many Corroborees
Till the pioneers came and cut the trees down and the tribal people went to live elsewhere
Another word for dispossession but all in life is never fair.
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The World energy resources depleted and the oil wells are running dry
And perhaps in a decade from now the super rich will become poorer when they realize their money cannot buy
Gas to put into their big cars parked in their garages the people with nowhere to go
To yet it is a known fact out of hardship that spirituality can grow.
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'Tis true that the line between madness and sanity can be a thin line
Just like the difference between drunk and sober can be one or two glasses of alcoholic wine
Those we see as mentally affected are they any different to we
I can see the frailties in others as they see the frailties in me,
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She won't be going back to the Town by the mountain
She works in a suburban pub serving spirits and beer
To fellows who talk of work their families and football
And the usual banter in pubs one would expect to hear.
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'Tis not of a sports star or a president or a prime minister and 'tis not of a queen or a king
And 'tis not of a warrior or a high achiever whose praises I am about to sing
But of an ageing German woman the years have left her looking gray
She is such a generous person one who performs a good deed every day.
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His family so proud of his success the Managing Director of his Company
And success it fed his big ego and few prouder people than he
His son and daughter studying for their Doctorate his blond and classy wife aged forty four
One of the so called elite high achievers in life he could not have asked for more.
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We need a World leader who will speak out and say
Enough is enough of hatred and war there is another way
To make a more peaceful World the hungry we must feed
We will set the good example as war to terrorism only lead.
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