I am feeling down today.  Had way too long of a walk through prairie wildflowers and then woods in a riparian corridor, but, even that hasn’t cheered me up.  Still, it has led another poem at least.

Is There Hope?
by Michael Romani

Is there hope for this world
With so many flags unfurled
So many ready to do battle
And too many tongues wagging in tattle?

Has the age of chivalry died?
Or, does it still live when we've tried
To live our lives in the right way
Facing bravely the moments of each day

I ponder with you this premise 
As I offer my word as my promise
A handshake given in bond of the affirmative
Agreements made in offer of the contemplative

Nights of momentary introspection
In the forced joviality of random collection
When it was that it was that we met
You don't remember and I'll never forget

Trees felled into sheets of empty pages
That become clouded with words and rages
In hope that some might one day touch your heart
As it seemed they did once at least at the start

(c) July 13, 2019  Michael Romani
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