Hoping For Change Poem by Sandra Feldman
Hoping For Change
How often,
No matter how old we may be,
Do we think, 'things will change',
That some how, Hope can be arranged,
And then something happens,
Not for the better,
Just an eye-opener,
That makes you realize,
That Change is just a word,
That has to do with the weather,
Not with human exchange,
Something, that no matter,
How hard we try,
Simply cannot be arranged.
An elliptical voyage thru human history.
Shame on us.
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4/23/2024 6:54:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sandra, you penned truth here... sad to say. Looking back through history does not give us much foundation for hope.... at least not for huge change. Thankfully we can see evidence of stepping-stone changes- - women get the right to own things.... women get the right to vote..... slavery is looked down upon in all corners of the earth.... we as nations give more to feed the starving in other lands- - so there has been small changes that have had powerful impact... but people remain a violent and selfish species and give hope a bad name. Well written, Sandra. A 10 poem.