Tag Archives: Regret

First Principles: Wondrously Strange Then and Much To Be Regretted…Were We To Neglect the Means and To Depart From the Road Which Providence Has Pointed Us To So Plainly

“No country upon earth ever had it more in its power to attain these blessings than United America. Wondrously strange, then, and much to be regretted indeed would it be, were we to neglect the means and to depart from … Continue reading

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For Sierra At Age Thirteen

For Sierra At Age Thirteenby Michael DoyleIt seems only yesterdayThat you were a tweenAnd now my youngest princessIs aged perfectly to thirteenThere’s not a single dayThat I will ever forgetThe moments that have passedNor will I ever in any way … Continue reading

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Among the First Casualties

Among the First Casualtiesby Michael DoyleAmong the first casualties of warIs the promise that love will live onAnd if something goes wrong, lovers will love moreThe white heat of passion burns until it’s goneA touch, a line, a singular traceA … 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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Back In ’81

Back In ’81by Michael DoyleDo you rememberBack in ’81It had all been doneLighting our bootsWith low grade gasolineTo ignite the sparkAnd let it burnThe show is the showWith jagged rhythmsAnd the leads that flowWe didn’t knowDidn’t knowGot to let it … Continue reading

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To Lean Out of Wandering

To Lean Out of Wanderingby Michael DoyleLiving out the days of my back fortyKnowing that the end may come shortlyLike Moses, I lift my hands in prayerLiving a moment of taking proper careHaving learned to number my precious daysI long … Continue reading

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The Magic of Hope, Part I

The Magic of Hope, Part Iby Michael DoyleIn all of the hustled hassleOf a snow-blanketed sense of seasonLife is oft lived like an air-castleFilled with whimsy decorated with reasonA good Christmas is worked uponAnd not just a state-of-mindJust as soon … Continue reading

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First Principles: I Only Regret That I Have But One Life To Lose For My Country

“I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.” – Nathan Hale, before being hanged by the British, 1776

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Wishes of Gray (Thoughts On My Birthday)

Wishes of Gray (Thoughts On My Birthday)by Michael DoyleIn all of my wishes of grayToday is just another dayI’m another year olderBut no less the bolderCreated in my confessionIs my long ago connectionThat I’ll never be older than I feelWith … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: I Have Often Regretted My Speech, Never My Silence

“I have often regretted my speech, never my silence.” – Publilius Syrus (though often mistakenly attributed to Xenocrates or that that other great mind, “Anonymous”

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