Francis Duggan Poems

In the cemetery at Tower Hill his last remains lay
Kevin Bowman he has lived his last night and day
A true gentleman one who did love to sing
It is so sad to think he has lived his last Spring
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In thoroughbred racing the Melbourne Cup is Australia's big day
And at Flemington Racecourse thousands of big egos are on display
But just a vulgar show of riches would you not agree
In a World where millions of people are in dire poverty
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Does not matter if you are a high achiever or a never do well
Of your life you do have your own stories to tell
You too have your own journey in life to make
And you too will be made to pay for your every mistake
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Though in the cemetery at Tower Hill their last remains lay
The old deceased sporting legends of Koroit are at rest today
In the memories of those who knew or knew of them they are living on
Though the last breath of life from them it has long gone
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Just an ordinary rhymer my sort are not rare
And in rhyme i have memories with others to share
In a materially oriented World a never do well
Yet like everyone else i have stories to tell
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The longest lived human life in time not a long span
On average a few years more for the woman than it is for the man
Those who live to be beyond seventy their best years long gone
And time that rusts iron does keep on ticking on
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As a young man of twenty to me he did say
I went off to fight in a war far away
To fight against soldiers we were made to believe were our foe
This is going back in time many Seasons ago
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Old John for all of the wrong reasons his primary school going years cannot forget
That he paid the price for not being the teacher's pet
Of whilst he was being caned the bad memories from him not gone
The smirk on the face of the classroom teacher's pet in him lives on
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The woman who loves to dance is getting on in years
Perhaps in her mid seventies one of the town's old dears
In brown hair dye she cloaks her silver gray
And it is not her fault that as young she will not stay
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A migrant in this land is all i can wish to be
And time it would have made a stranger of me
Far north in Claraghatlea west of Millstreet Town
Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown
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