| A. E. Housman Poem - for 03/02/01: "Hope for the Future" "My poem was depressing..." I realized with a sigh My mind, it was up-messing But then I wondered why... ...I wrote such sad, sad stuff. It depressed me just to write it... It simply wasn't enough. I was going to have to fight it... ...And write something else. Something inspiring... Something with Truth... Something Soul-firing... Dreams for the future... The Mana of Dreams... Hope through the night... Truth through the seams... Darkness and shadow... Are in the world... But we can combat them... Our hopes now unfurled... Never let go of Your Dreams or your Truth... Though Innocence ends With the ending of Youth... |
| NOTE: This poem was written soon after I wrote the rather depressing poem, "But Oh! Fast-Fading Dreams!", as a sort of emotional counterbalanc. So now you know. |