Hope Trickled Inside
I should be filled and satisfied.
My glass is full of joy and sorrow,
With accomplishment and defeat,
With memories and experience.
Rarely new surprises arise.
But yet I am restless and afraid.
My mind stays sharp and skills remain,
But body betrays as health is sapped away.
How long can the dream be maintained
And purpose remain?
I look and see another glass by me.
It is of different shape and tint.
It is empty, full of challenge and promise,
Another dream to reach for and proclaim?
The new purpose for life?
Do I have time to fill another glass?
I wondered as I examined the depths
While excited fear stirred again in my breast.
Tossing debate aside, I claimed my right
As hope trickled inside.
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