Sitting along the wall of hope thinking of all those lost
Lost to a war without reason,
A crime with no meaning,
Or an unexplained event
Tombstones with different textures, shapes and meanings
All summarizing a life
A life of a loved one
Someone we knew or wished we had known
Do we really know where one goes when they leave us behind?
The next in life is said to be a rebirthing
A chance to start anew with no true recollection of life gone by
We think to ourselves, is this a place we’d like to visit?
Could we get along better the second time around?
Well someone has had faith in us
For this is how and why we’ve been able to give birth again and again
Each new cycle that begins brings a new found hope
For the fate of the place we call home
Where we start as a baby and end up old, if we’re lucky
In our hearts we try to do what we feel to be right
The sadness is that everyone doesn’t work with the same definition
No matter the number of cycles the wall of hope still remains
And for that long we shall remain
Hope & Glory©
Copyright 1998, 2018
By Felina Silver Robinson