He, who increases wisdom and knowledge, surely increases sorrow.
As the man who lives in the past, finds no hope in tomorrow.
Hope is, I believe, the most necessary of things.
For we can live off of the hope of what the new day may bring.
Yet it is strange, and sometimes it seems that hope, it dies;
and when it does, despair sets in and then multiplies.
But after it has died it is always reborn.
When all is lost, and we become forlorn.
Or is it that it never dies, but lays silent or mayhap dormant a while.
So that it may show itself and allow us the strength to go that final mile.