Wishful Thinking Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Wishful Thinking
It's the New Year's boom
with colored fireworks lauding,
the toast of the town.
The proud, old guard has vanished,
with its dreams, yet unvanquished.
Hues light the plum night;
'midst crash and bang in the skies.
Starry-eyed moon glows.
The past's still following me,
but only in memory.
I on the other and, am burdened with the maladies of the world, the human cruelties and venom…orphaned children and razed cities populate my drams, no, nightmares…while ou see hope and happiness, ..
Every poet has his or her own particular voice, and they are all valid, like the voices of a choir. The injustices of this world ought to be exposed, and it's okay to write hopeful, happy poems, also
Blessed! Blessed are you, Evelyn..you can see the colours of joy and enjoy the nature's spledours and human kindness and goodness…
Deepest thanks for your comment, in the kind colors of appreciation.
Very true, wishing you and your family a very happy new year.
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3) I see hopelessness, death, destruction, despair, hate and growing animosity around me… maybe I am not fit to live in this world…anymore..
Oh no, don't say that! Evil seems to drown out the the quiet, good people of the world sometimes, but never lose faith in the good people, who work constantly to right the wrongs.