Rumor Is...
by Michael Doyle

Rumor is that happiness
Is not a preconceived moment of bliss
But a journey through the years
Taken awhile with all of your peers

Who feel as though they've lived theirs right
While yours has been a constant fight
Faceless and somehow nameless
They pretend themselves blameless

As if it turns out the way to live
Of course, you're supposed to instantly forgive
As if the voices hadn't said
To ignore those shouting in your head

This war of theirs is not yours
And while peace and understanding are cures
Adequate to fix this conflict's tasks
It turns out they didn't bother to ask

Your opinions should be those they've given
And if you blink, it won't be forgiven
It's a heck of world in which we're living
When even Christians stumble over forgiving

(c) February 3, 2025   Michael Doyle
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