Hopes

A meditation on attitudes

The hopes of youth die silent deaths,

Until the frost knows them no more,

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And the heart is left to meditate on

Lengthening shadows and the merciless

Ticking of a clock,

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Though nothing real has been lost,

Only undeveloped pictures in the 

Mind.

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Therefore, let there be no despair

In the twilight, and keep the eyes

Wide open,

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For joy favors no stage above the

Others.

Author's Note

The joy of old age is different from that of youth, but it is still joy.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Happiness is a choice we make on a daily basis. No matter your age, you can enjoy life. Lydi**

[John the Baptist]

Thanks, Lydia. You're right. There are joyful elders and discouraged youths.

[Neville]

I do believe its all in the mind.

[Relic]

I find that I worry less about getting older these days. Nothing is over until it's over. Hope still has its merits.

[John the Baptist]

Thanks, R. If Yogi Berra said it, it has to be true.