Hope

[CalebPerry]

Hope

There are some things I can’t fathom,
like the mother who sat by her sick and dying son
for forty years, and was consumed by grief
when he finally passed, but not by relief,
and immediately sought out other sick people
to care for. He’d become so feeble
that he couldn’t move from his bed,
could barely speak; he was dead long before he was dead.

Death stalks us. It mocks us.
At our greatest height of fame or glorious
achievement, death knows we are only dust;
we believe we are more because we must,
lest life have no meaning at all. So we pretend
that part of us endures, and hope carries us to the end.

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My concern about the poem is that I may be saying things that have been said before, even said by me. I'm not sure there's anything new in here. I slapped on the title "Hope", but I'm not sure it fits.

[jisbell00]

Hi Caleb,

I like this poem a good deal. I don't really care whether the topic has been handled by others before, it feels fresh to me, and authentic, to use that term. I'm sure there are edits that could be made, but for now, i'm simply enjoying it.

Hope seems fine as a title, It is succinct, pithy, and resonant.

Cheers,
John

[Macavity]

Particularly enjoyed S1 Caleb. The feeble/people rhyme was a good one. but not by relief...not consumed by relief?

[CalebPerry]

Thank you, guys. I'm aware that it is okay to write about the Big Issues (life, death, etc.), but I do want to bring something new to it.