My eyes are falling from my face
One of my legs falls to the side
My pride falls inside of me
Because I can't see or walk
I'm young at heart
But what falls
Is an illusion
That I'm old
My heart falls
Because the young
Don't give hope
But as old as I as I can be
I will never fall.
Because I believe.
On hope
“Hope is that thing with feathers“, so wrote Emily Dickinson in a way that speaks unkindly of it. I have a tendency to agree with her, but in your poem, I find myself wondering, questioning the measure of hope. Life, what a trip! Enjoyed reading and appreciate its tender to wisdom. Thanks!
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Hafe measure is what a President thought would save the Union of our country , which gives us hoperead moreHafe measure is what a President thought would save the Union of our country , which gives us hope
Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
reading through some of your 'stuff' I came across this and it hit a chord
I am now too close to the wrong end of the age scale and less and less able to do the things I once did without thinking.
hope is left and adjusting to the new reality and still being able to appreciate that grass is green and clear skies are blue and that life is still a precious commodity
nicely done poem Muchacho
I think it is sad Mauricio that you say that the young don’t give hope. I’ve always believed that whatever happens in life you should always search for that little glimmer of light. When hope dies, we are lost. You share the optimism of hope with this reader. Thanks for sharing.
No there's young do good it's just as I get I see change now many don't care , just something I wrot.. read moreNo there's young do good it's just as I get I see change now many don't care , just something I wrote but yes it can be sad we don't have hope
Thank you for sharing your thoughts and reading
1 Year Ago
Sorry Chris typos
As I get old I see change where nobody cares
All this "falling" is just an illusion of what happens when we all get old... our bodies change and ache; we can't take the pain...we are old; but we have to look back to our younger days and accept what we have now..and maybe for some that is hope, even if it's just a short time. HOPE!
Best, B
hope is a word different to many people. For me, hope is a thing that unifies, and mends. If you can have hope then you can prosper. This poem is raw and I like it a lot
“Hope is that thing with feathers“, so wrote Emily Dickinson in a way that speaks unkindly of it. I have a tendency to agree with her, but in your poem, I find myself wondering, questioning the measure of hope. Life, what a trip! Enjoyed reading and appreciate its tender to wisdom. Thanks!
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
1 Year Ago
Hafe measure is what a President thought would save the Union of our country , which gives us hoperead moreHafe measure is what a President thought would save the Union of our country , which gives us hope
Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
Hope is what keeps the puzzle together when pieces are falling off. We all need it. Those who didn't have it, and left this earth early, are prime examples of the detriments of losing it.
Its just the damn body that ages, never the spirit, never the person inside. We are just hopelessly limited by our bodies. The spirit is strong and incandescent always. I appreciated this poem so much.
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1 Year Ago
Yes thank you for sharing your thoughts and reading, everyone has touched my heart
Me too Mauricio.
"But as old as I as I can be
I will never fall.
Because I believe."
We can't stop old age. But we must go forward. Good morning my friend and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote