Finding Life As It Is
by Michael Doyle

Each of us can be heroes of our own story
From the humblest beginnings, we can find glory.
Childbirth is a mix of care and witticism
When what's needed is optimism.

We can hope, but it's a kind of deviance
That a child is born regardless of convenience.
A child will be fussed over all the same,
When from the first moment, he earns his name.

Day after day, a child becomes who they are.
Without deliberation, they follow their own stars.
With patience, they learn the letters of their story.
Their numbered days lead them to know glory.

Memories are woven into our lives led.
Until the last day when we wake up dead.
But the in-between moments are filled with days
Cherished and lived until we reach our grown-up ways.

Childhood days are also filled with open skies.
There's a world to see with childhood's eyes.
From farm field to the seaside's shore,
With riches like these, one cannot be poor.

Any complaints perceived rise from grievances had.
It's easier for some hearts to pretend to be sad.
Life is to be had by who have lived and dared,
And having ha it, forget about being scared.

Each face has its own sort of prominence.
Each place is filled with its own importance.
Life is meant to be lived with its romance,
Filled with dreams and every taken chance.

We must watch those who would take our happiness.
After all, life is meant to be filled with bliss.
Childhood is to be enjoyed, not a constant fight.
It's the worst sort of shame, if not done right.

The worst sort of monsters insist on control,
Rules imposed only rob a child's natural soul.
It's easier to learn when touched by love.
Isn't that the lesson taught by our Father above?

Let us share, and even be mindful
That some find life less than wonderful.
The will take advantage of our good nature,
As we find life as it is and naturally mature.

January 23, 2024   Michael Doyle
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