My 78th Birthday - Haibun
Hope ages, much like a fine friendship growing more complex and nuanced over time, becoming more resilient, tempered by experience and wisdom. With each passing year, hope learns to adapt, finding strength in the face of adversity. It becomes a quiet, steady flame, rather than a blazing fire. This aged hope grows roots, deeply drawing from a well of past experiences and the knowledge of what we have overcome before, and the wondering whether we can do so again.
Hope ages with you,
Defying years with laughter,
Youthful spirit soars.
Copyright © Brian Hughes | Year Posted 2024
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