Cycle, The (by: Michael Mack) They enter through the arches in the early morning light. Young, healthy bodies move along with faces just as bright As spotlights, pouring out enthusiasm as they make their way. The workers at McDonald's have begun another day. continue reading
Dummy, The (by: Michael Mack) In that forgotten part of town Where wasted hopes and dreams abound, A wrinkled man with life near end, In hopes to have at least one friend, Fashioned bits of wood and things And made a dummy run by strings. continue reading
If Music Be The Voice Of Love (by: Michael Mack) If music be the voice of love Then let me be your violins And I will bring forth such glorious notes That you will be bathed in the glowing rhapsody 0f my love for you continue reading
Knowing When Love Is Through (by: Michael Mack) Once a flower has wilted, its fragrance disappears Once a word is spoken, it will echo through the years. Once a match has burned out, it will never flame anew And one of the things of knowing love Is knowing when it's through. continue reading
Medicine For The Melancholy, The (by: Michael Mack) I'm the medicine for melancholy, Elixir for a few Unhappy souls who need a hand To help to get them through. A balm of Gilead for the pain An evil world may brew. I'm the medicine for melancholy And I am here for you. continue reading
Nine Out Of Ten (by: Michael Mack) Nine out of ten say she doesn't look pretty. One out of ten says she does. Nine out of ten say she never was, really. One out of ten says she was. continue reading
Red Hot Lover, The (by: Michael Mack) A thump! A step - echoes down The sidewalk of a lonely street That lies within that part of town Where blind men steal and beggars cheat... continue reading
Robot, The (by: Michael Mack) "There's not too much from me to learn," Remarked the robot, in return. "Emotions do not form a part of my cold, solid-steel heart. continue reading
Roller Coaster Farewell (by: Michael Mack) I'm tired of those tumultuous rides That shake and rattle my insides And make my heart stick in my throat Like pain without an antidote Portraying love that can't be found..... The roller coaster's closing down. continue reading
