My Hope Is Alive Poem by Abekah Emmanuel

Years often come in excitement, in chilled mid-nights
Colored with beautiful dreams and blooming hope,
Like a newly born baby, it brings joy to those present
And reminds them of their beginnings some years ago:
As human beings, in their ignorance, lose their lives,
So do years, too soon, fade away in defenseless mid-nights
That reminds one of joyful but unfulfilled dreams.
Whenever a new year is born, it brings a mixture
Of endless sorrow and excitement to my life,
Those friends, relatives, colleagues and strangers
Whom I had lived with, some time ago in the past,
But whose lives, though worth living, did not long last.
My own dreams and ambitions, which time buried,
My friends' friends, who also became my friends
But I never had the opportunity to meet
Till they lived happily and passed away with time.
But in spite of all these, I have a reason to smile
For I was neither disappointed nor abandoned,
Since it is better to live and witness the death
Of one's dreams than to die achieving them.
Now I am alive, I am still dreaming, life moves on
And this alone gives me hope for a bright future
That is soaked in long life and endless prosperity.