Hope by, George Picrate


TO MY VIOLETTA

HOPE

O restless soul,
tossing and turning, seeking and not finding.
Looking north, south, east, west...
What are you looking for in your quest?

The past re-echoes in your mind
reliving the joys and sorrows
that highlights happiness and pain.
Not one moment can you change.

The present is an extension of the past
the die is set the mound is cast.
How you hunger for change and peace.
Where is the key the shackles to release?

The future offers both change and peace,
without that promise life is futile.
Keep dreams and reality in separate rooms
as you do flowers and brooms!

O restless soul,
the answers lie within yourself.
Seek not others to provide the elusive key
always - Hope, The Best is Yet To Be.

FROM YOUR ALFREDO, With You Always
Violetta & Alfredo reference from La Traviata.



Love At Fist Sight
One may not hardly remember the name of a first date.
but I'll grant you that a man will always remember his first love,
as is the case of George Picrate's account in this, 'first love' of his life.

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