I can only wish, right? We can only wish? Well.. maybe some wishes do come true?
To Yet Be Wiser Than Yesterday by Michael Doyle A held tongue leaves time to think Observing those things to be observed These often bring us to the brink Suffering as we do the toe of the undeserved As infinite and unchangeable as the animosity That is swept with a witch's broom of intensity There's a prayer whispered in my poetry Thanking God for my blessings humbly It seems best to think on things wonderful Each contributing in making our life more beautiful All of them loaned on God's own borrowed time Each parting with a sorrow far too sublime I end each night on my knees in prayer As I begin each battle against a world unfair Wondering if God might even know or care Then laying back with eyes on ceiling, I stare Head on pillow, I can only wish for sleep Lost in the blackness felt ever so very deep Getting on with the business of an early rise And that with a little more time, I might yet be wise (c) June 16, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
