Tag Archives: Forget

Second Guess the End

Second Guess the Endby Michael DoyleThere’s a lot of rightIn learning through the wrong.There’s a lot of hanging tightIn finding where I belong.It’s been a hard road to living,But that’s what I’ve been given.The movie is never as good as … Continue reading

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All the Broken Pieces

All the Broken Piecesby Michael DoyleWhen our sanity has turned to treason,We make up every kind of reason.It seems like our life is by misconception,When we fall for our own self-deceptions.It’s next to tragic applied to our family,In the conflicts … Continue reading

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Real Without Regret

Real Without Regretby Michael DoyleYou started realAnd sold out for a mansion.It’s the corporate feel,Soulless suits were never in fashion.Life is raw,And only sometimes pretty.Singing about what you sawIn every man’s town and city.This world can be strongly frayed.You hear … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Maybe It’s Not Too Late To Learn How To Love and Forget How To Hate

“Maybe it’s not too late to learn how to love and forget how to hate.” – Ozzy Osbourne

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We Will Do the Rest

We Will Do the Restby Michael DoyleWith a little rain and the truest grit Following admonitions to never forget,We’ll know liberty’s tree from its roots grownTo the top of freedom’s leaves, deeply flowing.We’ve driven the distance to see the sightsAcross … Continue reading

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Where Are the Kids’ Bikes?

Where Are the Kids’ Bikes?by Michael DoyleDriving down the suburban streetsIt seems the few kids out are on their feet.What happened to the bikes in my neighborhood?The fun of this, I thought, would be understood.But even as I tried over … Continue reading

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Memory’s Connection

Memory’s Connectionby Michael DoyleMemory goes beyond mere collection.Below the skin is the synaptic connection.Life is weathered by the sun and the rain,Until there is no awareness left in the brain.Dementia is nature’s worst solitude,Alone in the night where emptiness intrudes.Alzheimer’s … Continue reading

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The Accidents of Love

The Accidents of Loveby Michael DoyleLife is short and fleeting.It leads to accidental meetings,Some that can be meaningful in strideIf we do our best not to hideThe willingness to try To say hello or smile in reply.It turns out strangers … Continue reading

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Secure In My Salvation

Secure In My Salvationby Michael DoyleMy life’s abundance has no regretMy gains are my life’s netMy life has become better since I metOur Lord and savior, never to forgetMy belief, our belief, quietly persistsThat our God fully and entirely existsAs … Continue reading

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In the Hope of Perseverance

In the Hope of Perseveranceby Michael DoyleTo live and love as if ChristI’ll live in His promiseGod’s sacrifice is the gain of ChristThere is no compromiseThe little that I give, does not compareTo the gain in escaping the snareI know … Continue reading

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