Tag Archives: Passing By

Weren’t Those the Teenaged Years?

Weren’t Those the Teenaged Years?by Michael DoyleThe teenaged yearsOf Saturday night solitudeWas a parade of smiles and tearsAnd many dramasWaiting to intrudeInto the happiness that cameAnd that provided the frameIn moments of ShakespeareThat kept us awakeMaking us braver than our … Continue reading

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Into Something More

Into Something Moreby Michael DoyleStrive and fight for a better lifeFinding believed in utopia was naughtBut disappointment with hints of strifeIdeals purchased with bloodied tears soughtOnly to find these too lacking in the endAnd while life goes on, we cannot … Continue reading

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