Francis Duggan Poems

I write about things I do hear of and see
And I've written a lot perhaps too much maybe
My better days in life to the forever gone
But for as long as I can write I will keep penning on
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She may not be one possessed of beauty rare
And she never has any money to spare
After paying her rent and bills on low income pay
She struggles for to get by from day to day.
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There is no such a thing as a truly evil person though some in their life's journey have gone wrong
The worst of criminals do have some good in them not everyone can be mentally pure and mentally strong
Some morally damaged from their tough upbringing life's circumstance condemns them to a life of crime
They spent their teenage years on poverty street homeless and behind prison bars they spend their prime,
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Are there times when you feel so utterly down
That you cannot bring yourself to walk out in the town
You sit in your room and you stare at the wall
Such moods known to many but not known to all.
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Since I am one without a literary degree
Of poets and poetry why bother ask me
Though I have a fondness of old fashioned rhyme
To free verse I would prefer it anytime
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We've not learned from war history the facts never lie
For God and for Country many still fight and die
The flowers do not bloom brighter on the dead soldier's grave
As the one who died of old age and was not known to be brave.
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It rained in the darkness of early morning and it rained yesterday
And the currawongs singing more rain on the way
The weather is changing the birds are on song
Just listen to Nature she never gets it wrong.
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The more I learn of her the less of her I know I do know
And my wonder of her only does seem to grow
The one the artists and writers celebrate
Such marvellous beauty that she does create
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Late August the Spring less than two weeks away
Weatherwise so far it has been a changeable day
This morning 'twas raining but now there's sunshine
The rest of the day may be pleasant and fine
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For me 'tis a sad thing for to have to say
That I would feel a stranger in Millstreet today
A stranger to those even I once did know
Apart in my ways from them I seem to grow
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