Laughing At Life
by Michael Doyle

Here I am, sitting on the floor.
I'm lost in numbers, collating the score.
I'm not saying that I need it easy.
But wish for once it would even up to please me.

We're laughing at all of life's dramady,
But to me it feels like straight-up comedy.
We can only tell these truths among family.
It's the kind of meaning that's up to you and me.

You sit there sipping on your ice-cold Coke,
Thinking your thoughts before they're misspoke.
Remember when you and I dreamed a lot?
Or is that something you've long forgot?

Wrap it up as it is in feelings of today,
We know that we've settled for being okay.
In our myths, I'll be a king and you a queen,
But we'll never understand what that would mean.

We'll walk these streets, but we're never alone.
Our backbones have fiber and our hearts are stone.
The songs of yesterday get us through.
I'm not afraid as long as I have you.

All of our stories are hanging in the past.
We still love the glory that didn't last.
Shooting for the stars doesn't always work out.
But isn't it funny that we still don't have a doubt.

                ... we still don't have a doubt..

Our love had a strange kind of currency.
We swore we'd spend it without urgency.
Dreaming dreams and reaching for hanging stars,
You'd be the writer, and I could play guitar.  

(c) September 22, 2025   Michael Doyle
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