He Brought Me Back To Earth Poem by Francis Duggan

He said to me mate you've written reams of rubbish and it's time you gave writing doggerel away
And though my ego by him had been wounded I will survive to write another day
I will survive to write another doggerel for my right to life I ought to justify
And it won't matter to me if I am forgotten for the famous dead their fame cannot enjoy.

I must admit by his remarks I felt insulted 'twould seem he had that bit too much to drink
But even sober he is not a bright one he always speaks twice before he think
But then suppose the truth it can be bitter and there was only truth in what he said
A few nice people praised my writing efforts of late and praise is a thing that goes straight to my head.

He brought me back to earth with his indiscretion from it's pedestal my ego took a fall
But I ought not to be disappointed in him since he told me to my face and after all
He could have gone behind my back and said it but to my face he said I have to say
You've written far too many slipshod verses perhaps it's time you gave the game away.

Tomorrow I will write another doggerel the desire to write in me as ever strong
I will write about the thornbills in the garden or the natural beauty in the magpie's song
Or the harsh cacklings of the kookaburras they call together as a family
I hear them in the evening in the twilight proclaiming to the World their territory

Or maybe I will write about old Maisie old Maisie she is gray and almost blind
But she tells me the most amazing stories and she is always generous and kind
I've never known such a great fount of knowledge and she doesn't complain about her fading sight
I find her so inspiring and amazing and people like her makes me want to write.

My ego one might say has been deflated since he told me that I never will know fame
But by tomorrow I could only tell him that I will have another doggerel to my name
And for bringing me back to earth I ought to thank him for the one who speaks the truth he is your mate
And my ego was in need of deflation for it had grown that bit too fat of late.