we light the flame,
and carry the torch;
protecting the fire
from wind and rain,
and anything that would
extinguish!
stumbling, bumbling,
falling down, and getting
back up....
often times our own
worst enemy....
beliving we're alone
in the heat of the fray...
the sound of footsteps
behind us, tiny footsteps....
turning, we find
small children, all different
ages and colors;
male and female....
carrying small torches
waiting to be lit....
with the hope of
the future!
A beautiful poetic metaphor dedicating passing the flame to the next generation.
Good poem. I think we all carry a little hope around with us. Good write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The light in the heart of the young will pave their way to future...nice poem