The Pub Singer Poem by Francis Duggan

One might say of him he was born to sing
And to entertain to him a natural thing
On Friday evenings in the local pub he strums on his guitar as he sings a song
And the pub patrons with him happy to sing along
To happiness he is one who does sow the seed
Every neighborhood one like him surely does need
In his mid thirties his main interests in life
Are music and song and his two young daughters and wife
Tall and dark haired and handsome with a charm of his own
As a local musician and singer to many he is known
Of his sort one can say the World does need more
Always in the pub for him a loud encore
The pub singer strums on his guitar as he sings a song
And the patrons with him happy to sing along.