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

[Lorry]

I've spent the last 8 years listening to the local crumblies just saying what they want and laughing like hyenas.
Now I'm in a race to meet crumblietude with them and totally see their point.
My most often used term is "pfft! Forgot again." and is it really so bad that we act like kids and still jump in puddles?
Just always pack an extra pair of socks and go for it! 😃

[John the Baptist]

Thanks, Lorry. I am going to have to practice saying "Pfft!". I usually say something that gets me banned from polite company.

[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.