Hello

Two seasons have passed
So many tears we’ve cried,
So many heartaches we’ve bore,
The path we did not choose.

This world of ours, forever moving,
And lately you and I
Seem to be drifting too,
Our griefs have seem to fade,
Are we mere ironies now?

Recall, how we weren’t prepared for
The ways we were ruthlessly slayed.
“Forget us not” cries from the morgues,
A memo from the graves.

Though the days before May,
Were better than Today,
Let’s stay woke and cope,
With a glimmer of Hope.