You just never know what you will find when you start going through books, papers, and notebooks.
I found a notebook of poems and stories I wrote back in the early 90’s. I wrote this on May 25, 1990:
“Then There’s Hope”
As the day goes by, so does time
And with time memories, ideas, dreams, and emotions
Until there is nothing left
But there is something lingering behind
Hope for another day