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  • Hat of hope

    When I was young I wore the hat of hope
    Life was a journey a swaggering lope
    Possibilities endless so it seems
    Just reach out and grab the stuff of dreams

    Born to have it all born to inherit
    The world is ours, destiny on merit
    In those days of my discovery
    Life was sweet made for reverie

    Just like every new generation
    We were the ones for veneration
    We were the holders of the worlds truth
    No boundaries could constrain the youth

    My hat of hope has aged and weathered
    Dreaming still but my goals more measured
    Hat of hope returns to vogue my children
    Futures theirs hope refreshed in a new skin
    Last edited by Parkinsonspoet; 10-27-2016, 02:15 PM.

  • #2
    So, so, so true Parkinsonspoet! You've done a masterful job of capturing life's progression. And though at times it might drive me a little crazy that the younger generation can't seem to appreciate our 'wisdom' it is truly their enthusiasm that invigorates my own spirit time and time again! Bravo! (PS - I love 'lope'! It's a word I've not heard in a long time, but I wouldn't be surprised if it sneaks itself into some future write of mine.) Many likes!

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    • Parkinsonspoet
      Parkinsonspoet commented
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      Thank you This came from a line of thought initiated by your firstline of the dust to dust poem
      Last edited by Parkinsonspoet; 10-27-2016, 02:12 PM.

    • RhymeLovingWriter
      RhymeLovingWriter commented
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      Oh yes! I remember you mentioning that! I love your remake of the 'hat' idea - it can go so many places, can't it?!

  • #3
    This!!! YES!!! this!!!


    My hat of hope has aged and weathered
    Dreaming still but goals a bit more measured

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    • Parkinsonspoet
      Parkinsonspoet commented
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      Suz-zen thank you glad you like it

  • #4
    Possibilities endless so it seems
    Just reach out and grab the stuff of dreams
    Indeed – so it seems – only in dreams!

    A wonderful poem, thank you for sharing, Parkinsonspoet!

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    • Parkinsonspoet
      Parkinsonspoet commented
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      thank you for your time and comments
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