The Beginning of Wisdom

The Beginning of Wisdom
by Michael Doyle

In the harvest of all that becomes the soul
There is so very little that is in our control
Asked if there was anything for me to declare
Haunted chords hint that I am becoming self-aware

Locked in the graveyard, I begin to know myself
Laughing aloud that I wouldn't want to be anyone else
It's a critical step toward a just society
Personal virtue becomes the substance of civility

These are the things for each of us to think on
To live our best days before these are long gone
It is to make the breaks that make up our best days
We must put on the thoughts and habits of our best ways

Questioning ourselves as we echo our kindest morality
We learn to live and flourish in our grand totality
Learning that excellence comes with habitual action
Consistency shapes the true character to our satisfaction

It is in this thinking that we gain with some urgency
That only thing that lends us some degree of certainty
Intellectual pursuit in the foundation of philosophy
And the treasured root that shares are only dignity

These are the things for each of us to think on
To live our best days before these are long gone
It is to make the breaks that make up our best days
We must put on the thoughts and habits of our best ways

Life's challenges tune up our lives to live longer
Giving the fortitude that allows each to be stronger
Taking on applied maxims as if each is a universal law
That is only true if able to be lived under by all

The art of living requires step-by-step persistence
Never stopping brings about success despite resistance
The longest journey begins with a step of simplicity
Until great things are accomplished despite the complexity

These are the things for each of us to think on
To live our best days before these are long bone
It is to make the breaks that make up our best days
We must put on the thoughts and habits of our best ways

(c) July 20, 2024 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

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