Michael Micmac Mccrory

Rookie - 11 Points (25/01/1954 / Belfast N, Ireland)

Our Stairs - Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

Our stairs goes up to our bedrooms
They also must lead to heaven
The older members of my family went up there
And my sister who was only seven
There’s a roof that stops me
From seeing or reaching the sky
Yet half of my family did. How? Why?

My uncle James went up the stairs
Then there was such a yell
He was a bad man, a thief and a drunk
So dad said! ‘he went straight to hell’
‘He’ll burn real quick, Cos he was 100% proof’
And just like me he couldn’t go through the roof

So when it becomes my time to disappear up the stairs
There’s one thing I urge of thee
If I can’t find the secret door in the roof
Please pray I can go to purgatory
I’ve been quiet too long; So I must tell
I’m just a good boy; who doesn’t want to go to hell

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2011


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