Things of memory have the worth of time revealed in the quiet moments of our hearts.
The Journey Back by Michael Doyle Somewhere in a cup of coffee Is the reflection that is memory Somehow a photograph starts to show All of the little things a heart should know Crushed into her role of humility She tries to prove her utility As some sort of half measure Of the all of her to truly treasure Cruelty says, only kin is kin These words eat under her skin She needs to find her worth within Then, maybe then, love wont be just pretend True love once given is never forgot Although there are times when you ought A mind made up ever so very firmly Is never so strong as a heart given warmly Disappointments along life's troubled way Offer up the graveyards of lost yesterdays Hope and idleness dance in their illusion That to particularly practical folks only seems confusion Truer words were never so openly spoken Than the wishing it so of a heart once broken The best use one has in another is the truth All of the truth and none of the lies of our youth Children are not burdens but living dreams With their fanciful hopes and fantastic schemes Every day should be lived as if to remind That some things of childhood should never be left behind (c) June 2, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
