Rumors Had It
by Michael Doyle

After my day filled with too much birthday celebration,
I am looking back with joyous contemplation.
Rumors had it that I would die 13 years ago.
Here on my 63rd birthday, it only goes to show.

That like a rock that keeps on incessantly rolling,
The moss in my life is where I keep on strolling.
Walking and photographing beautiful nature preserves, 
And living as much life as this man deserves.

Sixty-three candles flicker in their shadow play.
Here I am, with nothing all that wise to say.
The sarcoidosis that came to scar my lungs and body,
Hasn't stopped me much despite its disability.

Today I woke up, and that's always a good day.
My youngest made chicken and waffles the right way.
Maybe that's the secret to getting life's miles, 
It's a lifetime of pleasure and satisfied smiles.

Memories linger across the fabric of life's tapestry.
Each thread linked and stitched, filled with mastery.
Of all the lessons I've learned every day and night
Have taken away the darkness to fill my soul with light.

Sixty-three candles flicker in their shadow play.
Here I am, with nothing all that wise to say.
The sarcoidosis that came to scar my lungs and body,
Hasn't stopped me much despite its disability.

My life has so many stories yet to gently unfold.
There are songs to sing and stories yet to be told.
Life's canvas is vibrant and meant to be lived bold.
And miles to travel with your hand to hold.

Life is a gift drifting through time's river softly.
Fleeting seconds of joy and happiness complete me.
Until the day that my Lord calls me home, I will live.
With all the beauty I can see and the truth I can give.

Sixty-three candles flicker in their shadow play.
Here I am, with nothing all that wise to say.
The sarcoidosis that came to scar my lungs and body,
Hasn't stopped me much despite its disability.

(c) December 23, 2025   Michael Doyle
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