Hope in Puddles
Let’s give hope a try, I think.
Before life makes us old,
Before our hearts will go cold,
Let’s give it a shot,
A meaning, a purpose.
Maybe the whole lot.
We can build meaningful connections.
None of this “how are you?”
Or “How’s the kids?”
More of “How ARE you?
Please tell me your things.”
The things, the things.
The brilliant things of horrors,
And wonders and vibrant, sad colours.
Tell me the meaning in life.
Your meaning, not someone else's.
The purpose you made, you chose.
You accepted.
And show me the world you invision,
And plan and bring.
Show me the children you won’t have,
Because they wouldn’t fit in.
Show me the terrible things of joy,
And hope, and meaning and hope.
And help me understand,
Above all, the sadness in love.
We can understand the world,
And the beauty and the pain,
And the sun and the rain,
And emotions that aren't easy to tame.
And we can miss things,
That we would’ve loved and hated,
Acts of kindness and selfish friendships.
We can be our own gods,
Make amazing choices,
Make terrible choices.
Pretend life isn’t a game.
Let’s give hope a try, I think.
Stop focussing on purpose,
Stop shouting to the clouds,
“But why are you still pouring?”
Start just enjoying the puddles,
And the mud and the water.
Just stop, relax and live for a bit,
Stop looking for meaning in life,
And maybe we’ll find it.
Copyright © Euan McFee | Year Posted 2024
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