The wealthiest person In the rural town
And his was far more than a local renown
A billionaire he was one known far and wide
Beyond the borders of his home countryside.
Ten years ago in is sixty fifth year his wife passed away
She died in his arms on a warm Summer's day
Painful stomach cancer slowly robbed her of her life
To their daughter and son a good mother and to him a loving wife.
A very successful man and a self made billionaire
One might say his type of person very rare
But the facts tell us so and facts never lie
That all people are born to eventually die.
In his seventy fifth year he was not even sick
From a massive heart attack his end it was quick
In the cemetery on the hill where his wife is he lay
In a public show of grief he was buried today.
Francis Duggan
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