Searching For Reasons Why
by Michael Doyle

Searching for words
That just won't come
Hoping for a pocketful of miracles
But finding none

This is no way to spend
The moments leading to Christmas Day
Just hoping for them to end
Cause they make no difference anyway

Take another sip knocked back
Thinking on what you lack
Standing in the pouring rain
Getting drenched with life's pain

They say only the good die
Long before their time
As a father watching his daughters cry
I sit here just searching for a rhyme

It's hard to keep their hearts
Hoping on their stars and dreams
It keeps me reading my cards
Watching sadness pull at their seams

I have no comfort that I can give
But a strong pair of shoulders to cry on
Nudging them on to dream and maybe believe
At least until Christmas time is gone

I'm so happy that I could cry
Only the snowman knows half the why
We're all here for as long as we're able
Until our chair is pulled away from the table

David gave life all that he could
When it came to the blues, he lived them good
And now this father watches his daughters cry
It feels like Christmas is coming without a reason why

(c) December 22, 2023   Michael Doyle
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