by MichaelM | May 10, 2018 | Poetry
Thoughts at Midnight There comes a time when the young man becomes oldand stops, shakes his head and wondershow did I get here?Which turn brought me here from myriads of directions, hundreds of thousands of stepsthat lead to and frothen back again? He stands alone...
by MichaelM | Feb 8, 2018 | Poetry
Oh, But I Had to Stop Singing Of course, things are differentas I knew they would bebut, you know, “that’s life” as they all say. I’d like to say that everything is okayand not a big deal but I’d hate to lie.Well, maybe...
by MichaelM | Jan 25, 2018 | Poetry
I Didn’t Leave A Thing I didn’t leave anything in Newsomeexcept memories of some who have been gone for years and years. I didn’t leave much in Dallaswhere, these days, I hate to returnto concrete, cars, and too many peoplewho...
by MichaelM | Dec 25, 2017 | Poetry
THE DAY I DIDN’T THINK OF YOU Hours pass,of course, and the minutes are but a blink.What else could be expectedfor life continues to flowto have demands of its own. The days are always spentwith all the to and fro of lifeas we do the things we mustThings like work,...
by MichaelM | Jul 7, 2017 | Work
I owned and operated two antique malls for over seven years. Each one had approximately twenty-five dealers who rented space from me. I had about 25% of the total space for my own items. My own offerings were of a wide variety of antique, vintage, and...
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