Is It Time For Me To Die

IS IT TIME FOR ME TO DIE? by Joan Geitz Just a child, I was Every day, ... a new day With the expectation Of a new adventure, The Hope of acceptance, Of new friends, Of Love. Not a time for me to die. So much to learn as a child Though the tears flowed With endless growing pains, Hope was always there To lighten and brighten my day. I was young, resourceful, Energetic ... Undaunting! Someone to Love me … was out there. Not a time for me to die. And so it goes – Decade after Decade -- Struggle ... then Hope! Disappointment ... then Hope! Loss .... then Hope! Love … the source of Hope! But not now. Love has been ridiculed, Swallowed up by Hate. DO. ... NOT. … LOSE. … HOPE! Does not Love lurk Somewhere??? Or does it? Old I am, now. Love came and left. Came again, and left. And so it went. but … Love ... Always allowed me to Hope. Allowed me to begin a new day It was Hope that spoke to me: “Do not worry. It is still Not a time for you to die.” The anticipation of Love. For young – and old alike. Everyone depends on it. But the year is ending, And in America ... my country … Love has been – TRUMPED – by Hate. I am appalled and disillusioned with the human race. I am ashamed of America. I am mourning the death of the Hope It once gave to humanity. I am old. I am Tired. Alas! HOPE. … HAS. … ABANDONED. ... ME. Is it NOW my time to Die?