A Life's Quest For Wisdom
by Michael Doyle

The quest for wisdom is one for which we yearn,
There is so much of life that even as we learn,
We cannot help but see for ourselves as we analyze,
There is so much more than we see with our own eyes.

In the rugged decisions that life's judge gaveled,
There are roads seen and others we've seldom traveled.
Spirit informs and shapes the soul of all that matters.
Regardless of our strength, this world spurts and shatters.

Still, as we look at ourselves under the newborn sun,
We see new potential while seeing that yesterday is done.
Stagnation or moving on, we speak our truth to power,
And you and I will make the best of our passing hours.

We look unblinkingly into the harshest of our reality,
Holding strongly to the truth to not allow its fatality.
Words come, go, and pass into the night of rationalization,
And one by one, they align until we form American civilization.

Partly orthodoxy, and partly heresy as each has occurred,
But neither holds all the cards of mercy followed by the herd.
It is the rumble buzz of being acquainted with the night,
In the peaceful stars, we find the inspiration of neon lights.

Still, as we look at ourselves under the newborn sun,
We see new potential while seeing that yesterday is done.
Stagnation or moving on, we speak our truth to power,
And you and I will make the best of our passing hours.

It is the struggle to fortify ourselves against tragedy
That forms the strands of courage that build society.
The beauty of our dreams takes away our self-deception
And through this, we find our way to our consolation.

In this triumphant respite, we manage to overcome despair
And find our way together toward a nation of due care.
It is this faith in mankind that forms the lines of poetry
That confines our souls into our well-intentioned humility.

Still, as we look at ourselves under the newborn sun,
We see new potential while seeing that yesterday is done.
Stagnation or moving on, we speak our truth to power,
And you and I will make the best of our passing hours.

(c) March 4, 2026   Michael Doyle
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