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| The End In the end there is little to behold For all the trinkets of the past have grown old The girl I first kissed be mine no longer Being a friend�s - she was never mine either The toys of a lifetime too, have been lost Books, gifts, mainly a memory have succumbed to frost The wife I first married chose me though I know no reason Goodbye she said and I know �twas for my treason The time vanished as fast as the true friends I confided in Yet nothing moved slower than waiting for a love to produce kin To that end I recall my pride which constitute five Their beauty and untamed passion sought to keep me alive Yet more splendors exist in another whom I love With her I share my soul as she awaits me in the Heaven above. Michael J.M |
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| Heart (Dedicated to my niece Jordan Ashley) Your presence is truly a divine blessing For life would be null if you were missing Your parents nurture a gift that is truly rare Today we all emote profoundly with a joyful tear Whilst your heart is filled with an adoring innocence The future anxiously awaits your exotic radiance That passionate smile you spark flickers in our hearts To express such purity is unattainable, but �tis here my poem starts You can have the kingdoms of Rome or gracious patience of Saint Theresa Whatever your ambition, fate will certainly deliver in any realm of your desire Never throw a deaf ear on a silent cry nor shed a tear on a futile fight And always walk with your head high when life tosses its imminent plight Be true to yourself and genuine as can be For of dignity and integrity you shall be the epitome Know that true beauty the eyes will never see But your heart is your map to finding your destiny When in doubt of those who care and isolation be your only pouting friend Remember this day we all gathered for you and to posterity we send A message of love so immeasurable that history will never repeat Jordan Ashley you are the beat in our hearts, you make us all complete. Michael J.M |
| Copyright � Michael J. M 2004 |