A Ballad Of Wasted Years

I have walked through tougher Harlem where few strangers dare to go
And I've been in London City in the rain and in the snow
And I've worked in inner Melbourne in the searing summer heat
And believe me if I tell you I have earned the bread I eat.

by Francis Duggan Click to read full poem

Comments (31)

I can't help you with the need for money. which we all share. but I will pay you a compliment, that you are an honest, natural poet, and I enjoy your labours in ink
very useful and sagacious. Thanks
Very nice. If I were a rich man I would share some with you. It sounds like you have earned it!
Very beautiful poem dear poet..... thanks////
This is very good. A precise and potent mix of experience and reality. Well done. tyfs
Can I please ask what’s the theme of this Poem. Its amazing
Lovely write, Francis. I really enjoyed it. It pulled the heart strings. Looking forward to reading more of your work.
an amazing poet wow!
I have walked through tougher Harlem where few strangers dare to go And I've been in London City in the rain and in the snow And I've worked in inner Melbourne in the searing summer heat And believe me if I tell you I have earned the bread I eat.' once I believed change, changing jobs travel though working was better than a holiday, I did four long years time chained in place to one job as an apprentice, freedom called long and hard
Awesome! Your words were conjuring images of Maya Angelou and Joan Baez. The same way that I love reading and listening to them, I will continue enjoying your poetry. Thank you so much for sharing such pain and such strength.
Francis has poets we have the toughest job, pleasing our readers daily... Blessings, Saint.
A lovely change of style for you Francis. I love the lilt and bouncing rhythm of this beautiful poem . Having worked in trade unions for much of my life I can identify with all of the sentiments which you express here. I was always on the pocket line and manning the demonstrations and speaking endlessly to the media on the subject of poor pay for NHS workers. Marvellous and so much more of your work to enjoy. Thank you.
we are but mere commoners working for a wage, as we are torn apart with bitterness and rage. others reap the rewards as we slave day and night just to put food on the table doing what we think is right. many are on welfare claiming disability, and driving big Cadillacs- this I just can't see.
Absolutely well-written poem here. You know what, the heck with commenting on it, I'm going to go read it again and again..
You are a very talented poet! a big story of your life! you know - our life is endless (I have a faith) - and this faith should make you fly over all sorrows and their sympathies or antisympathies. and not the whole world is laughing at you! I'm not laughing at all! I feel compassion. all the unjustness - will be punished by God!
Very moving story indeed and inspirational too- on many counts. This is an emotional and soul-stirring commentary on the condition of migrant labourers who get uprooted from their native lands and its relative joys. Following lines are worth pondering: I felt inwardly contented even though I was quite poor... / Till the wanderlust possessed me I grew restless as the wind. Thanks.
This is a great poem; I enjoyed it so much that I had to read some of his other poems. He’s a very talented poet.
This is a great poem; I enjoyed it so much that I had to read some of his other poems. He’s a very talented poet.
Alas, we are all children of chance, the victims of circumstance. well done.
I respect this man: he ploughs his own furrow, and asks for nothing from the common purse. Yet he has earnt it: it s not sympathy, but respect of a life lived hard.