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What's Human Life About At All
What's human life about at all for many just a struggle to survive
The poor bloke has holes in his shoes, the wealthy one a mercedes drive
But at the end for all of us much the same we age and die away
There are no petals on the rose that bloomed the other day.
What's human life about at all we crave success and fame
But at the end for all of us it will be all the same
We live for awhile and then we will be gone forever more
And of Summers few can hope to see their sixty plus a score.
What's human life about at all but a great lust for power
So many dream and live just for their one most glorious hour
And though the memories are left for others for to recall
Old father time always takes care of one as well as all.
What's human life about at all the time just seems to quickly fly
It does not seem too long ago since I was a school going boy
The clocks ticks on the years have left me looking rather gray
But then when all is said and done I've had my better day.
Francis Duggan
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What's Life About
What's life about the years and months go by
And are we only born to age and die
And is there life beyond the grave of death
Or do we die forever when we draw our final breath?
We glorify people on the so called success they achieve
But never on what they stand for or believe
We admire old men who send young men to Lands afar
To risk their lives for their egos in war.
What's life about I wouldn't even know
I've seen so many Seasons come and go
And I've grown older but I've not grown wise
I still believe in other peoples lies.
What's life about why are you asking me?
One who creates his own reality
I am negative and cynical 'twould seem
And I am one who does no longer dream
Of a peaceful and a better World for all
And compared to some I do feel dwarfed and small
Some see great hope for all of humanity
They live in a far happier World than me.
What's life about I'm getting old and gray
And one might say I've known a better day
And through the darkness light I cannot see
And I'm ensnared by negativity.
Francis Duggan
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What's Life About Apart
What's life about apart from care and stress
And our search for elusive happiness
And our constant yearning for wealth and power and fame
And the pride at having a successful name.
What's life about apart from love of greed
And always thinking of our self and our own need
Yet at the end we fade away and die
What's life about if life we cannot enjoy.
What's life about ask one wiser than I
The clock ticks on and time goes quickly by
With hair dye we may cloak our ageing gray
But each new dawn nearer to our final day
What's life about since death will be our fate
Yet we desire in the flesh our own image to create
'Tis Nature's reason for our sexual drive
That through our children our genes will survive.
What's life about I wouldn't even know
I've seen so many Seasons come and go
Yet life is so brief and death is an eternity
And the Reaper too will claim the life in me.
Francis Duggan
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What's Life About I Often Wonder
What's life about I often wonder since we are mortals born to die
Many claim that the soul lives forever whilst some will tell you that's a lie
And as for the World of the hereafter none of as yet has come back for to tell
Of the paradise referred to as heaven or the World of the damned known as hell
I am not a religious person and to any God I do not pray
Though I do love the Goddess of Nature my last remains in her bosom will lay
What's life about an often asked question a question that's puzzling to me
We are born for the scythe of the Reaper like all life forms of land and of sea
The God I believe in is not male my Goddess a beautiful she
Known to many as Mother Nature such beauty she has for to see
'Tis true death is part of our existence and the thought of death we only fear
Though most people pray to their God for mercy when they sense death to them is near
But what's life about I often wonder our greatest achievements seem small
When to the sharp scythe of Nature's own Reaper as mortals we are destined to fall.
Francis Duggan
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