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Poems By Poet Michael Micmac Mccrory  11/23/2014 11:02:45 PM
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‘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



A Poem in Mime

The poetry is in the mime
It has the perfect metre
Such an immaculate rhyme
There is none greater

All in the movement
Although it’s not on a page
Maybe an improvement
Poetry that doesn’t age

Poetry without a word
What a clever notion
It’s not that absurd
It’s all in the motion

A sign of the times
Not like the old days
Poetry without rhymes
Expressed in different ways

Michael Micmac Mccrory



'Bad boy'

‘Bad boy’

He’s a good boy
Only bad
With the right girl
Michael Micmac Mccrory



'Epitaph for MICMAC'


Here it is my epitaph
Call that a life? You are having a laugh
At life, I was willing to try
However, I was born to die
My life, was never normal or dull
My life, I lived to the full
Wipe your tears do not sigh
I was born to die
Yes, oh to sure, I am dead
Get it into your head
I have not joined god in heavens high
I am dead I was born to die
Celebrate my life I was born to die
Smile and be happy, have a laugh
I was born so you could read my epitaph
Lots to eat and drink at my gaff
Here it is my epitaph
Hear about it, from the local telegraph
See the banner in the sky
I was born to die
My mother gave birth
Which at the time caused great mirth?
She’s dead too, why oh why
We were all born to die
Go on get some life in
Beg, borrow or sin
We are all born to die
We are all borne to live
Live now,
Die later,
Much later!
Enjoy life now; you have all the rest of it left to look forward to, the next stage. Do not be afraid there may be something interesting waiting for you when you come to join me. Death may be a ‘new beginning‘.

Michael Micmac Mccrory
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