Hope

Brimming with hope, we traverse through life;

Leaping over, every precipice.

It's the love of life;

Which makes the deepest gorge, 

Look like a resting place,

From where we emerge time and again unscathed, 

Untarnished to begin again.

It's the everyday challenge that keeps us going;

But for which we are mere forlorn beings.

In this race of life, hurdles encountered; 

Sum up the deepest meaning, which makes us unfettered.

The attachments made;

Some endure the test of time and tide,

While others fall by the wayside.

A life well-lived is a measure of self-worth;

A source of perpetual pleasure that comes forth.

To be remembered, when we have departed,

It would be a lesson from life, well imparted.