Keeping in mind…
There are things yet to be fulfilled
Love in its tendency
To up and leave
Without so much as a farewell
Is as natural as summer
In its discipline to become winter
A life can only live…
Inexorable in its task
It cannot be deterred
Even if it cannot run
It will crawl towards its destiny
Progress is often guided
By dwelling on loss
Yet how fortunate we are…
In the first instance…
To be able to perceive anything
About the Creator
Michael McArdle
I don't know if I would consider myself a poet, a writer of some sort yes. Most of my poems were written many years ago now and today I'm concentrating more on some fictional writing. I also like to write songs. I hope you enjoy my work
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