Slips of the Tongue
by Michael Doyle

Slips of the feeble tongue
Come more often when no longer young
Things ill thought should often not be said
But instead kept inside one's head

Our lives are played out like a movie
Sometimes hellbent though that doesn't move me
Still at times, we cling to bad decisions
That, later still, we hold out in self derision

Copping out to our intended and unintended roles
As we roll through a life often out of control
Fading in slowly into the opening scene
More than often, we do not even know what it means

Doing our best to dig out from the dirt
We play out the masquerade now matter how it hurts
To get to that place that we are better than we start
Even when we feel its make believe from our hearts

By our own devices we cause our own worse harm
Living it up fully until life loses its charm
Dancing like there will be no tomorrow
Will most often end in the clarity of our sorrow

The truths we embrace are often half felt
Measured by the hands we are ill dealt
But are fed most of all by our wicked desire
And our hope that the universe will conspire

This realization brings us to our fragility
In realizing our best is less in actuality
Bringing life's party to it's premature wrap
Seeking like every mouse to avoid the trap

That brings us face to face with our day to day
Fully and freely acknowledging there is no better way
But to put one awkward foot in front of the other
In getting through our next day and then another

(c) August 20, 2020  Michael Doyle
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