In the late hours, with others asleep I find my contemplation runs deep And I get my best moments quietly done It's sometimes best without anyone
It's not to be impatient or rude When I speak on how others intrude On my thoughts and my actions And in doing this, hurt my satisfaction
Not to subject myself to dissection Of the psychological direction But it might be I don't need the connections Provided by social interactions
Sometimes a profound sense of isolation Seems less a sort of morbid deviation And it becomes more relief in solitude These uninterrupted times are met with gratitude
It doesn't result from depression or anxiety Life, as we know, has some real complexity I've just turned to become a sort of introvert There is nothing more complex to interpret
(c) July 18, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Every government degenerates when trusted to the rulers of the people alone. The people themselves, therefore, are its only safe depositories.” – Thomas Jefferson (1781)
“If you want to make peace with your enemy, you have to work with your enemy. Then he becomes your partner.” – Nelson Mandela, activist, South African president, Nobel laureate (18 Jul 1918-2013
Road Trips With My Daughters 2024 by Michael Doyle
There's a sort of magic I learned as I grew That traveling with children reveals anew The wonders and enchantments there are to find Along with the souvenirs that serve to remind
One of the places gone to and things done As the days pass under the summer's sun Maybe lacking perfection but building memories These are the things that make good families
It's an investment in growth and happiness Even on those days that add up to less than bliss In a lifetime of such blunders and wonders and glories This might become a day that had stories within stories
Traveling too many hours, not quite well-planned And yet adding up to missteps easy to understand And easier still to smile on and maybe forgive Of adventures, we didn't quite manage to live
I had chose the Henry Ford as a point of creativity To share with my daughters and encourage ingenuity I have always sought to encourage leaps of imagination Believing that all things are possible with innovation
This was another stop along the way to becoming mature Hoping that in sharing one man's path it might nurture The sorts of choices that would help these girls find voices That would rise above chambered echoes and drowning noises
There we were stuck on the wrong side of the gate We found ourselves just short and several minutes too late But instead of disappointment, they found pleasure In the times spent talking as having worth beyond measure
Turning toward dinner we recounted times that had passed And the sorts of dreams and pleasures that have been cast In the days that have come and gone and have readily shown That imagination and inspiration are better than things known
We arrived just after sunset had filled the night skies We had seen its last traces of pink and peach with our eyes Turning to night above the trees near Lake Erie's shore Without disappointment, they smiled that there would be more
And that said the truth that I did not really want to hear That sometimes things are missed but magic doesn't disappear We had watched the seagulls overhead before we had arrived Other beaches are left to explore and we had survived
(c) July 17, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Life, forever dying to be born afresh, forever young and eager, will presently stand upon this Earth as upon a footstool, and stretch out its realm amidst the stars.” – H.G. Wells
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
