there is no hope at all
and you still try
still move on,
forward.
not expecting failure.
but without hope;
this is my favorite
state of mind.
I like your poem. It is well said and a sentiment many share. However, that being said, the eternal optimist in me wants to say. hope forever wells up in me for i have an eternal source as close as the air i breathe. i just have to remember to continually return to the source and origin of life, the source and origin of my existence. when i do this i am one with this Life and it all works out because The Life knows my needs before i ask. i only need to acknowledge Him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jon very deep, I stepped back and then fell in Williams well! This wisdom must be a maturing thing. Just guessing. Smililng with 10 from Tai