Tag Archives: Well-Lived

Waking To the Smell of Coffee

Waking To the Smell of Coffeeby Michael DoyleWhat if life could be seenBy every single human beingPut out as if a streaming movie?Would we still want to be you and me?Or is this an awful possibilityAnd we’d want to buy … Continue reading

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Mess Over Neatness

Mess Over Neatnessby Michael DoyleShall we live as Lucy or LinusAs a spreadsheet of plus and minusMinimalism can be said to be neatBut life as messy has this beatIt is a deep-seated emotional needThat a life well-lived is one freedFrom … Continue reading

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