In A Less Than Perfect World
by Michael Doyle

I look out into my living room
It gives me hope instead of gloom
To see my daughters study by preference
And not out of some required deference

Maybe I did one or two things right
To be a parent seeing this special sight
They express their views with elegance
And are well-spoken while prone to reference

In this less-than-perfect world
I often see them reading and curled
Reflecting on what they have read
It puts a happy thought in my head

That I have not had to strictly cajole or goad
To find their feet planted on the high road
That they have landed there of their own accord
Is something rarified and will carry them forward

Long after my time has come and has gone
This tenacity will push them forward and on
To the better things that life has to bring
Rather through engineering or the love to sing

It's a joy to see they have little procrastination
It makes me certain of them reaching their destinations
That is all a father can ever dream and hope for
At least in this less-than-perfect world I often ignore

This universe is not as confusing or mislaid
As often felt by those who walk lost and afraid
And I see two brave young ladies in my living room
Who will bring brilliance while dissipating the gloom

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