Tomorrow's Children
by Michael Doyle

By a leap of faith, we look into the future
Learning what there is to know and nurture.
But the best of yet to come, so it seems,
Belongs to those who believe in their dreams.

I've spoken, often, of the choosing of voices
That must be listened to in making our choices.
It mainly comes down to the call of responsibility,
And working for the future within our capabilities.

The future truly starts in the moments of today,
Not tomorrow, by any path taken, in any way.
We choose from the winds that we witness blowing,
Living forward into our tide's best flowing.

We do our best to stay the course, feeling the traces,
Holding true to the most beloved of half-forgotten faces.
In our hearts, we know there is always another way
To find our tomorrows, cleaved harshly from yesterday.

The philosopher-king peeks out from his shadowed cave.
Realizing, as he does, there's a planet yet to save.
What's not to love about these kinds of spoiled odds?
The free-thinker raises Hell before the false gods.

Though the time before us is fleeting and lost fast,
There is no percentage found in crying over the past.
Death may come in a future lived without its fear,
But for now, we the living, bravely will persevere.

In every step, there is the pervasive sentiment.
Though we are not stars, our souls shine in the firmament.
The future that we dream influences the lived-in present,
And the choices of destiny are nothing to resent.

The captain cloaks himself in something he knows is warm
As he sails into the coming of the apocalypse's storm.
Boldly going beyond the bounds recollected by the past,
He's already been there, and it did not come to last.

To hold on to what has not yet been received
Is to look past the concerns we've habitually conceived.
Tomorrow's children will not live life deceived.
It is a matter of choice to hope for and be believed.

(c) July 23, 2025   Michael Doyle
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