Happy Is Man's Unknown Door
by Michael Doyle

I see it there
In your eyes.
How life has taught,
Making you more wise.

Much of life 
Comes to us by surprise.
Happy are those 
Who live past probable demise.

Happy is the man who lives,
Rising up from life's crashes.
Still living for all that life gives,
Despite all the bruises and thrashes.

Knowing with great probity,
The things there are to know.
For thee bring a kind of sobriety
Worn on the sleeve to be shown.

The value of our survival,
In all that we have learned
Surpasses our life's arrival
At the gates of the discerned.

Happy is the man who lives,
Rising up from life's crashes.
Still living for all that life gives,
Despite all the bruises and thrashes.

Voyaging out beyond
The mebula's brightness,
Humanity will have gone on
To find its use and rightness.

These are the promises made
As the years go drifting by.
Still life knows its charade.
These are the questions asked with no reply.

Happy is the man who lives,
Rising up from life's crashes.
Still living for all that life gives,
Despite all the bruises and thrashes.

(c) August 8, 2025   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved