One of my poems - to end the year 2016 and ring in 2017

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Beyond Nostalgia So many sunrises and so many sunsets later So many times have we observed, haven’t we – Of the night that comes and the sky that fades to blue and black. Looking back at life, don’t we find that- Life is fragile, delicate and easily broken. Life is fleeting, momentary and captive in the hands of Time. Life is limited and partial as to our unfulfilled dreams. Aren't we all travelers passing through a dark and unknown wood at dusk, Each of us carrying a lone torch to reign in the gathering darkness. Looking ahead, don’t you see – Even if only for a little way – The lights of those souls who have gone before us, Like a river of isolated twinkling stars. And then? And then those distant lights shimmer and finally fade away – Unto where? Into a pall of shadowy gloom – So misty that no eye can see through. What lies ahead, beyond that inexplicable twilight? Might there be a welcoming township, Where the silvery lights of a homing tavern gleam through the dark, Where a well spread banquet, A blazing fireside and a soft couch await each one of us. Is life nothing more than a countdown to nothingness, With every precious second ticking away like sand falling – Falling relentlessly through an hourglass, never to be regained? Can there be hope in the face of our own mortality? A solution unto Immortality! Yes, there is hope – A brilliant golden fire flaming on the horizon ahead, A sunny daybreak in the dark woods.