Between the old and the new year.
“Hope – a short word of four letters,
with power to break all fetters.
Embodies a concept of depth
and thousands of feelings in breadth;
’tis both distant and close at once,
and has fantastic endurance.
Death is its frightful antonym,
Life is its foremost synonym.
It builds the path to the future,
though ethereal in nature.
Hope is Life’s breath each new morning,
and the only reason for my being.”