Meet me where the sun sets I've never loved as much as I will, yet Meet me where our road ends And be my lifetime friend
Tell me all your secrets Let's live a love of no regrets In a small town or in a city Wouldn't it be the greatest pity
If we never stopped to say hello There would be things I'd never know Like the deep end of life's shallow You've brought the sunshine to my shadow
I was on a fast train going nowhere Telling myself life wasn't worth the care Life couldn't get or be any better In how fate falls itself together
All of spring's flowers laugh their smile But none of them match your timeless style Dipping my toes in the ocean of your wonderful I'd be remiss if I didn't admit that you're beautiful
If we never stopped to say hello There would be things I'd never know Like the deep end of life's shallow You've brought the sunshine to my shadow
(c) March 20, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The spring is now approaching, and with it, I hope, a revival of our spirits and fortunes.” Here, spring symbolizes hope and renewal, paralleling his optimism for the revolutionary cause.” – John Adams, in a letter to Abigail Adams on March 17, 1776
“The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.” ~ Henry Van Dyke
Sometimes words come out stilted Leaving heads hung and tilted Listening as the lonesome whistle blows Suddenly, we're all raggedy hobos
As we wonder to ourselves where time has gone Wasn't it just yesterday when trains rolled on Somewhere down the tracks to places we'd guess When the truth was we couldn't care less
Listening to the great American train song Was part of a childhood that doesn't belong Not anymore, it seems, except for the country Where lonely trains still roll for you and me
Do you remember climbing in the back of the truck We didn't know we were just pushing our luck Drinking out of rubber hoses and staying outside The days of our lives were a heck of a ride
The tracks we saw stretched far and wide We would walk along them with the radio to guide Where we were going, though no one knew We were Americans raised for the red, white, and blue
Listening to the great American train song Was part of a childhood that doesn't belong Not anymore, it seems, except for the country Where lonely trains still roll for you and me
Horizons come where hopeful memories coincide We were full of youth and our world's pride Riding streams of iron as the landscape unfurled As we got older and the world just whirled
We have traded the trains for road trips we drive Looking back on our youth, happy to have survived We wink at each other without needing a word The memories have passed us all in life's blur
Listening to the great American train song Was part of a childhood that doesn't belong Not anymore, it seems, except for the country Where lonely trains still roll for you and me
(c) March 19, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Government has no right to control individual liberty beyond what is necessary to the safety and well-being of society. Such is the boundary which separates the power of the government and the liberty of the citizen or subject in the political state.” – John C. Calhoun
Sometimes, the law gets in the way The way of what passes for justice It isn't as it should be But it is simply what it is
Sometimes, life fills up our days Fills up our days in the strangest ways It isn't maybe how it was meant to be But it has a sense of irony that plays
We find that life is give and take Contracts don't bind us more than handshakes To believe otherwise is our first mistake But not least that will our heads shake
The best that we can do is exactly that In the laws of the Jungle, it's exactly the fact That we are honor-bound to repay good And to do with evil as know we should
These exceed the legends that exist And stories like this persist Hiding in this world of dark shadows Is the only reality we'll truly ever know
(c) March 17, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
