One Hopes Poem by Will Barber
One Hopes
I am old enough to remember
So many things, so many things:
The blackbirds singing in the morning,
Cicadas taking wing,
The scent of thunderstorms,
The yellow-jacket's sting.
So much we leave behind, so much
Is fastened to us, unwilling;
Yet as the years advance, we learn that
Urgently we must sing
Of morning and the noon-hour,
Green, sacred evening.
May Time dole out some mercy,
To the young, as we are leaving.
- 2008
Stick around WILL the world needs the likes of you around, Oh you think I joke I never joke about something so serious , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , YOU'RE A STAR>>>>>>>>>> Love duncan X
Bittersweet, lyrical and poignant. For you, Will, may the music never end. Lovely work, Affectionately, Sandra
Lovely and real... my favorite kind of poem. Sing on, friend Will. Always and ever!
Dear Will The beauty of your words......empathy, compassion amd joy.....a lovely poet, you, as well as a lovely human being.....thankyou for your song...! ! Love, D.
Brilliantly stated. Marked with a (Will) ful and caring attitude. Great as always!
this poem just reminds me that materialistic things in this world dont matter because thats not what were gonna remember when were old. : ] gorgeous poem. i really like it.
It reeks so bittersweetly of the things that should matter to us in the end Will, and it does it with such grace, style, economy, hard earned piercing simplicity, and profound compassion. Gorgeous. jim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Carefully, flowingly composed Will... the structure and the content. You are, of course, not going anywhere. t xxx