With glimmering hope.

Life has gone on,
With this declining hope.
Day by day by day,
Trudging along.
Enthusiasm lost,
Humor destroyed.
It's all been serious,
Exhaustingly overwhelming.
Looking back on the past,
Anticipating the future.
Roaming through the present,
With no mind of what to do.
But life went on,
And things draw to an end.
Realization sinks in.
Almost there.
Looking at accomplishments,
Through this troubling time.
There's a glimmering hope,
That things will be fine.
So keep trudging on,
Towards this new idea.
The splendid thought,
That the past is so distraught:
That things will improve
That life will progress.
So keep trudging on.
With this new glimmering hope.