Poetry Just Comes to Me

[Damien McBride]

The Circle of Life

Sitting down in a half empty chair
Drinking from a glass that's half full.
Never knowing what lies ahead
Taking the path less traveled.
Only one can win
The rest will lose
Life trying to pull us down.
While one life ends
Another begins
Repeating, repeating, repeating

[Damien McBride]

Another Fun Poem

I have a friend who never speaks
He never talks, he never squeeks
He's by my side when things are blue
When things are pink, he sniffs my shoe
He brings stuff home from the woods
He calls them gifts and sometimes goods
He's just a little tiny bit shy
He barks a little when mailmen go by
His name is Pep...short for Pepper
And now he is lying 6 feet under