Mccrory Poems

Dr Mccrory

The old man sat on a bar stool all alone.
Acting like a king holding court on his throne.
While most patrons sat absorbed in their phones;
He spoke to any and all in cheerful tones.

I perked up my ears to have myself a listen;
Seems the old guy was a retired physician.
Seeking to learn more about his profession;
I buy him a beer and his eyes they glisten;

He turns on his stool and thanks me profusely.
Beckons me closer, then banters on loosely.
His eyes look me over, though somewhat obtusely.
As he pauses his tale, I ask intrusively;

Tell me about your most interesting case.
“Sorry!” say I, as puzzled look creases his face.
“No worries mate.” As his mind begins to retrace;
Suddenly a saga begins at rapid pace.



I hear his life story in all its glory.
Some of it grand and much of it gory.
I can’t help but think it an allegory.
I even learn his name, Shamus McCrory.

Listening to all his remembering when;
I garnered this one simply amazing gem.
He spoke not once of any “It might have been”
The four saddest words of man’s tongue or pen.


10/15/2019
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