Donal Mahoney Poems

Ringing in the ears
has no cure.
It's called tinnitus
and you can pronounce it
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Our house has a garret
I never went up to until I retired.
Now I'm up there almost every day
unless I have to stay in bed
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A little boy from the city
down on the farm for a day
wanders away
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I learned a murmuration is
a flock of starlings whirling and
turning in the sky, changing
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The old man
crossing the street
has a bad limp
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Christmas lights
ring the house
and carols play.
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I have a friend, old and retired, who keeps busy helping the poor. Let's call him Ted because he wants to remain anonymous. Some of his ideas, he says, wouldn't make many of his neighbors happy.

Ted has had problems of his own in life. No need to list them. He managed to survive them. As a result, he knows what the poor are up against. And he believes that in 2017 their plight will be worse in the United States and elsewhere in the world. Bigger odds are piling up against them.
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Jim met an old friend
from college days long
after both retired.
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Spring will eventually arrive,
Tom tells his youngest daughter
looking out the window at the snow.
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Some choose not to have children
others maybe one or two
three seems to be the max now
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