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Best Poems From
MICHAEL MICMAC MCCRORY
(25/01/1954)
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'Old Memories, Renewed Love'
Old memories; renewed love'
Well I'll be!
Mary Hennessy, That was'
How the hell are you?
Girl you have changed
Two children, both girls
What a lovely surprise
Well I'll be!
Your eyes still sparkle
Yes' oh yes it is me
Yes I got married too
Two children, both boys
It's nice to see you again
I can't believe it's you
How are your family
Partner dead; mine too
Boys all grown, yours also
On my own again; what you as well
A movie, dinner, a drink or two
Mary Hennessy; forty years on
In the chapel of love
The priest asks
Do you take this man
You say you do, me too
Our love will be more beautiful
The second time around
Well I'll be
Micmac
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'Protestant Catholic'
PROTESTANT CATHOLIC
All ye that enter the church abandon all hope
You may want to marry but the rules says nope
However, you can have all the children you can grope
And you will get protection and cover from the pope
They make you take orders and wear a frock
Then they get all-uptight and go into shock
When in front of children you produce your cock
Then they hide you away in amongst the flock
They deny it; they really do it so neat
You do wrong and they put you in retreat
But the children you molest and even beat
Lose the will to live and end up on the street
It is a mystery to say the least
How some people turn into a beast?
The animal within them is soon released
All because they made them a priest
These people are supposed to be our rock
We all know that is just a crock
When the devil within is unlocked
Another childs life goes into hock
Next time you go to mass
Ask them where they get the brass
To stand and spout such crass
That makes their religion look an ass
Hey pope, you, I dont want to worry
If you dont want your religion to end up in the slurry
Do something now, and in a hurry
You have to let your priests marry
MICMAC
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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The Mystery of Life
The theory of life
Is to be at one
With strife
And remain calm
Calm is where we are at one
With ourselves
When the day is done
We put our strife on shelves
Like books to be read
When we are at one
With ourselves again
Life is performed in
Recurring circles and stages
To be acted out like a play
A mystery drama
We continue to perform
In circles and stages
Life is not a mystery
The mystery is
Why we live in
Recurring circles and stages
Doing the same today
As we and all of our ancestors
Have done in the past
Change is whats needed
Change our lives
To live in harmony
To live in calm
To live as one with ourselves
To sleep in peace
To rise
Without taking the books full of strife
From our shelves
But to read of peace
To have self respect
The self respect we get
From having respect for others
We dont do this
WHY! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ?
That is the-Mystery of Life
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'Wherever i go i will have a friend'
Wherever I go I will have a friend
You were a very good friend
When I was low
You got lower
So I could cry on your shoulder
You were a very good friend
When I was high
You offered me your shoulder
To climb on so I could get higher
It was you ears that listened
To my tales of woe
It was your ears that
Heard my confessions
It was your eyes
That saw my pain
It was your eyes
Through which I saw the future
You shared the bad times
You shared the good times
You were the tick of the clock
That showed me it was time
To be a friend like you
To be true and loyal
To be an ear and a shoulder too
To see that friendship helps one through
I want you to know I wanted to be there
Because I wanted to be by your side
I wanted to be like you
A true and loyal friend
Here lies a beautiful person
Who right up to the end
Remained a true and loyal friend
Who bravely went on ahead
So that I when I die and meet my end
Wherever I go I will have a friend
Michael Micmac Mccrory
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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