It's said that place forms voice Even when it's not of our choice In my life, I've traveled around And this is what I, too, have found
This is especially true of poetry Each of us is formed by our country It's that first step of our journey That allows us to make our destiny
Our time is limited by our years Let's not be clogged in our fears But instead, finding our own space That is formed by every lingering trace
Happiness is the success we need More often lived than found in what we read We only need to believe and we can This is what we need to understand
In our life's journey, we live our dreams Finding ourselves under sun and moonbeams But each place that our feet have found We are touched by this as our moving ground
We embrace the limits of the possible By going further than we once thought impossible Hearing words that we've never heard And thinking thoughts that have never occurred
Changes are the constants that shape who we are Whether we stay at home or travel near or far We need only plunge in and join life's dance Being our own masters over the traps of circumstance
(c) November 30, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along