Tag Archives: One Last Time

It’s Natural

It’s Naturalby Michael DoyleIt is as natural to dieAs it is to be bornThere is no point in asking whyNor is there to mournThe only reason we existIs not to serve in some questBut to know, after we no longer … Continue reading

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We’ll Burn Our Memory

We’ll Burn Our Memoryby Michael DoyleThere is nothing more humanThen knowing that you are brokenAs time slips by as it canAnd words meander or are unspokenTime is fleeting and not to squanderLet me entreat you to spend yours wellThere are … Continue reading

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