Tuesday, March 21, 2017

For Life to have Meaning, it Must have Hope

   I lost all my poetry a number of years ago. This poem, though, I still remember. I must must have been in my 20s or 30s when I wrote it.

    I hate to be a disappointment
But, friends, I think I am
   Where is the hope. the strength, the drive
To break me through this jam

   The goals for self
I set them high, upon eternity
   But practice has me way below
Below sufficiency

   Now, some don't try
And some don't care
   But me, it's all or none
If I can't have celestial worlds
   Life isn't worth the run

   There's my old poem, then. It expresses the thought that, for life to have purpose, it must have hope.

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