Approaching Thanksgiving's Love
by Michael Doyle

We learn to talk just to talk
Under an accidental moonlight walk.
Learning that maybe we love to talk,
At least that is with whom we can really talk.

Practicing lines of unnecessary lies,
The kind that cut deep into the eyes.
From accidental experts, we learn to plan
Until we're all as washed up as we can.

In our gratitude, we approach Thanksgiving,
Just to ride the fairytales of always giving.
The young at heart always find the right play
That finds its game in the magic of every day.

No one loses by being young at heart.
Instead, we find the beauty of every part.
There's a lot of joy as we learn to survive,
Surviving the miracles that keep us alive.

We keep the best of life in our command,
As we become the source of all we understand.
The crude at heart don't know how to love.
It's as if they haven't learned a thing from above.

In our gratitude, we approach Thanksgiving,
Just to ride the fairytales of always giving.
The young at heart always find the right play
That finds its game in the magic of every day.

The differences in life teach us to live.
The worst of living teaches us to forgive.
We stumble; we fall, we recall the good,
And suddenly life is finally understood.

The oh-my-gods of the oh-my-souls
Clear us past our stumbles as life rolls.
Love knows what it knows as only it can.
Washed clean, you learn to become a man.

In our gratitude, we approach Thanksgiving,
Just to ride the fairytales of always giving.
The young at heart always find the right play
That finds its game in the magic of every day.

Quite suddenly, you're who you're supposed to be
As you talk together, walking quite patiently.
Suddenly, you realized what you truly miss,
And you find yourself in the middle of a kiss.

There's a tick-tock of the clock hanging on the wall,
As the cuckoo sings and forgotten blessings call.
Sometimes a sometimes-love  feels like Hollywood,
But there's really no such thing; it's understood.

In our gratitude, we approach Thanksgiving,
Just to ride the fairytales of always giving.
The young at heart always find the right play
That finds its game in the magic of every day.

(c) November 11, 2025   Michael Doyle
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