Father In A Modern World
by Michael Doyle

Being a father who is generationally removed
Leaves very little feeling that life has improved. 
The world is spinning, and it feels blurred
When I think of the changes that have occurred.

I watch my daughters rooting for their aspirations
At the same time, I cry for the broken nations
A life that consists of a cradle-to-empty career
Only leaves me tattered in my unshared tears

I watch them struggle between relationships,
Wondering if they believe in a god to worship.
As they make their own  kind of choices,
Each of them independently finding their voices.

Will there be wedding pictures above a fireplace
Or just a cold house and a career they embrace?
I watch them walk away from sacred traditions
And try to feel fulfilled with pics of graduation

It takes a lot in life to press on that far.
I find myself thinking as I strum on this guitar,
Where's the bad of God, country, and the family?
It's all these things that mean so much to me.

There's a lot of discipline in the good girl mentality.
Mastering the skill sets requires great facility. 
Still, all the things that I value aren't empty,
And what would be the harm of God, country, and family?

We have awakened at the dawn of a new girl order in life.
It's a day and age when it is meaningless to be a wife.
Only a new sense of the heroic feminist will save this day.
I watch over my daughters' sleeping, and I silently pray.

(c) April 25, 2025  Michael Doyle
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