Sunny Rays For Better Days
by Michael Doyle

All around the neighborhood,
It's something understood.
That it comes down to right attitude,
And it comes down to gratitude.

Glimpse by glimpse, behind the doors,
We find friends we've come to adore.
Though sometimes, it's hard to forgive,
But we have to release hurts to truly live.

It comes down to a simple hello,
To bring a new high from an old low.
Try as we might to keep love in sight,
Sometimes it's hard to get this right.

All across the old neighborhood,
It's something that needs to be understood.
A writer knows from the front row seat,
Every day, it is a broken world that we greet.

With our words, we can find a way to change
The few things we know we need to rearrange
To somehow make this world the better place
We would all love to honestly embrace.

It comes down to a simple hello,
To bring a new high from an old low.
Try as we might to keep love in sight,
Sometimes it's hard to get this right.

Has the world been too burdened to say
That familiar phrase that makes it okay.
With a wink and nod, I say that I love you,
And if I could, I'd say it in all that I do.

Every day brings us a new opportunity
To distinguish ourselves with kept dignity.
Learning to do the right thing with wounded pride
As we learn what to say and what to hide.

It comes down to a simple hello,
To bring a new high from an old low.
Try as we might to keep love in sight,
Sometimes it's hard to get this right.

It's not a puff piece to remember most
The bearer of the fruits of the Holy Ghost.
It's a  chance to reflect and cross-direct,
And maybe, just maybe, reconnect...

With all the right things that life can give,
Like loving one another, and learning to forgive.
Somewhere in the middle of a million love songs
Is the secret to how we can all belong.

It comes down to a simple hello,
To bring a new high from an old low.
Try as we might to keep love in sight,
Sometimes it's hard to get this right.

(c) November 15, 2025   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved