Francis Duggan Poems

On Poverty Street and Refugee camps far away
The struggles of life it goes on every day
The struggles to live in the face of despair
The have nots of the World have never been rare
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Four years ago celebrated in poetry and song
The one who was seen as one who could not do wrong
But nowadays his praises the masses don't sing
Amazing the changes that a few years can bring.
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Even in the worst of people some good you will find
'Tis just that some darkness has entered their mind
And to empathy and compassion they somehow seem blind
And they seem to forget how it feels to be kind
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He stood there at the busy street corner with his mobile phone held to his ear
He shouted loud above the traffic his business was not hard to hear
When finished he put the phone back in his pocket and confidently strode down the street
In confidence he was not lacking so much indeed for self conceit
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He was a schoolboy of the fifties the gray haired ageing one of today
His better years are long behind him how quickly the time ticked away
He can only talk of his young years he wishes he could turn back time
To his golden years in his twenties when he was at the height of his prime
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It is wrong it would seem to speak ill of the dead
And negative stuff of him written and said
And 'tis only by bad example that he led
But by hanging him they made him a hero to some people instead
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The first day of Winter and the rain is bucketing down
On the galvanize roofs of the old Border Town
And the heavy wind howls in the Town parkland trees
And a temperature high of just 13 degrees
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I knew just as much about them fifty years ago
Of Life and of Nature as now I do know
Though from our dealings with people we learn every day
We learn as we live as some are known to say
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About him he had such an amiable way
For everyone he had a cheerful good day
A down to earth old bloke and free of conceit
And nicer than him one could not wish to meet
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The tiny frogs singing in the roadside drain
And the sky overcast it is looking like rain
And though not in any way cold enough for to snow
The wind from the hill with a chilly breath blow.
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