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Mike Hauser Nov 2019
He's a man of second chances
Not much at keeping score
Won't hold you to what you're left with
If he can right it by giving more

He holds true to mind your manners
It's a choice in how you live
When asked his name he rightly answers with
Begin Again Finnigan

Mistakes should remain in the past
With every breath a brand new day
Never dwell on what you once had
But what is placed today on your plate

If you've got an ear to hear
His wisdom is cheerfully given
An attitude we all could mirror in
Begin Again Finnigan

Of course, he's had his days of falter
Otherwise, how's a soul to learn
With mistakes being the greatest teacher
When it comes to lessons learned

Sometimes it's hard to take to heart
But that's exactly what he did
Known by those around these parts as
Begin Again Finnigan
Jason Theodoroff Oct 2020
My best friend Finnigan said it would come down to a close call
We tried to get some fishing in before the maize and blue windfall
Instead we made dip chicken hoping the blue comes out like a cannonball
Waiting for the great Joe Milton to lead the band at the U of M dance hall
Being a fan I helped Finnigan load the van so we didn’t have to stall
And we darted like a spring chicken so we could finish above them all
And arrive at the University of Michigan to see some good ol’ football
Because being at the game again we can cheer our favotite Harbaugh
KorbydAngyle Jan 2022
See if the first was fear
Until that last was supermarket beer
The buttress is golems and frights and fomentation in lacey tights
Body lowers as girth widens
but that's physics
only spiritually
it will always be
the other way round inimically 'apprise them'
As standing tall is subterfuge
And as time is wasting and the waist it is defying
It is all undue

& either flowery bowery butchery cynical slithery maniacal
Co eccentric-cism caught the common cohabitation
Tarnish on the door of morn and in night
Or on another day of looking at tattered floors debuted so sinister
yet book end dull receding is
Candle light
The flickers in brain wish wash and forlorned
then senses inane
and finnigan begin again
What else can one say?
If Michael Finnigan had been clean-shaven
he wouldn't have had all that trouble with the wind.

that was random
but most things are.

Earlier
I did some studying
buddying up to clever folks
and they can be hard to find
but
I persevered and moved up the
playing field

next thing you know
I might
have a certificate to show
but don't hold your breath,
death does that for you
quite well.

here I am
thinking of a beer
and what should appear?
a cup of camomile tea
She
hands it to me with a smile on her face
She
obviously doesn't know about the case
hidden under the bed.

— The End —