Hope: The Beautiful Promise Of Tomorrow
The little old man
with a crooked back
and a kind yet wistful smile
gazes out at the shimmering ocean
beckoning to him in the distance.
Lost in thought
he ponders
simpler times,
days gone by,
and a girl with a pretty smile.
"Ah, to be young again, "
he thinks to himself.
Youth is wasted on the young,
as the old saying goes.
He has no regrets.
The mistakes he made
taught him well,
but yet
still his heart aches
and at times
he is lonely.
He misses his sweet Maria
with an intensity
that sometimes awakens him
in the night.
She was his muse
and his joy
and his love.
His beautiful wife
gone six years now
(My, how the time seems to fly) .
But, she was NOT his life,
yet she played quite a starring role.
A good distinction,
the man has always thought,
is that life should be shared
and enriched
but never overtaken
or overwhelmed.
Startled,
the little old man's reminiscing
is broken
by a tiny little sparrow
looking forlorn
but yet brave
with his little broken wing.
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poem by Julie A Smith
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