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Poems By Poet Michael Micmac Mccrory  12/19/2014 3:20:01 AM
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'Swallow or spit'


‘Swallow or spit’

Are you a swallower?
Or a spitter?
This is my first cigar

Michael Micmac Mccrory



Teachers preach, others act

Teachers preach, others act

Those who can do, do the their jobs with panache
Those who can't do their jobs, teach
They teach some, who will do their jobs with panache
They teach others, who will teach and preach

I'm one of those who can't do their job, and that's a fact
I tell you why, why I am good at what I do
I get all the others to act
Then I bank the brown and pay in blue

Me, I will hire those who can do
Cos I'm a user through and through
Don't judge me, don't be so rash
I'm the one with all the cash

Michael Micmac Mccrory



'That was me; but who am i? '

‘That was me; but who am I? '

I was that man
Had gun did travel
Shot others for a fee

I was that man
Yet was that man me?
He's not who I am now

This old dog
Learnt some new tricks
I don't do what I used to do

That man was a part of me
He no longer exists
Yet without that man

Who would I be?
Would I still be me?
Am I me?

That was me
Should the question be
Who am I?

Michael Micmac Mccrory
Michael Micmac Mccrory



'The Aging Man'

‘The Aging Man’

The aging man sat on the concrete seat
Outside the hidden mountain cottage
The seat where generations had sat before
A family party going on inside the cottage
He sits and ponders his future
As generations have done before
Some chose the priesthood
Others opted for foreign climes
Some had gone to war
None of the family who had left
Had ever returned home
The eldest, as he was, of each generation
Stayed at home on the farm
He thought, this he might change
He wasn’t sure if he wanted
Another family member
Stuck on this mountain
In this out of the way cottage
That they called the family home
But he never felt at home
Someone standing on the doorstep
Shouts come in son
It is your eighteenth birthday party
You should be in here
He went back to the party
The family were in full spirits
Happy to see him grown
How will he tell them
He is going to break with tradition
A heavy burden for one so young
What a weight on his shoulders
For him, the aging man

Michael Micmac Mccrory
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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