Aging Denis The Croatian

Poem By Francis Duggan

Aging Denis the Croatian pride of his Melbourne clan
In his young years a Croat freedom fighter he was a rebel man
At the pub old stories of his youth he does love to recall
But the years now telling on him the years tell on us all
Aging Denis of Croatia has seen the Seasons come and go
And in life he has made many a friend though he is one not without a foe
He has a fiery temper but his heart's in the right place
And when he has something to say to you it will be to your face
And to those he like and care about he can be a good friend
In your moment of greatest need on him you could depend
On Saturday night down at the pub Croatian songs he does sing
The undying love of Homeland is an amazing thing
Aging Denis from Croatia the years have left him gray
He was a freedom fighter years ago and far away.

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