Rhyming Hopes

The skies are dark late at night the days seem lonely too There is an empty space filled with cranky legs and a tired brain Gone are all the hopes and dreams and work I use to do Though I see the world is trembling filled with struggles and pain Its time to come back to the living world into the Cosmos’ creation Evolving at this stage advancing years in this elder generation Searching for working foreward and bringing hope again The world is struggling, creatures in need aim high with aspiration Hoping if only a small something fine will help in the worlds liberation Allowing me genuinely to feel fully alive in whatever years remain