Hopes for everyone
A couple of months ago I was trying to “tidy up” my computer and I remember that when I was a teenager, I used to search on internet things like this poetry called “HOPES”. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did:
First of all I wish you to love someone, and loving being loved too.
And if not, you be brief on forgetting it
and after forgetting, you may keep no grudges.
I hope it won’t be like that … but if it is
I wish you to know how to be without despair.
I also wish you to have friends, and
even bad and inconsistent, be brave and faithful;
and that, at least, you have one in whom you can trust without hesitation.
And because life is like that, I wish you to have enemies too.
Not many, only a few ones, so you don’t feel too safe
and sometimes you can question your own certainties.
And among them, you have at least a fair one.
I also want you to be useful, but not irreplaceable.
And in bad times, when there’s nothing
that utility will be enough to keep you standing up.
Also, I wish you to be tolerant;
not with those who are wrong a bit, because that’s easy,
but with those who act hopelessly wrong
and making good use of that tolerance, you will serve as an example to others.
I hope that being young doesn’t mature too quickly,
and mature, you don’t insist on rejuvenating,
and that being old you don’t spend your time to despair
because every age has its pleasure and pain
and all this must influence us.
I wish you to be sad; not every year, but just one day,
Because on that day you’ll discover that laugh is good for that moment,
that usually laugh is dull and constant laugh is unhealthy.
I hope you’ll discover with utmost urgency,
above and despite all, that around us exist
human beings oppressed, treated unjustly and unhappy people.
I hope you stroke a cat, nourish a bird
and hear the triumphant singing of a goldfinch in the morning,
because doing that, you will feel good for nothing.
I would also like you to plant a seed
the most tiny one, and follow its growth
so you’ll discover how many lives have a tree.
I hope also you save money because it’s
important to be practical and at least
once a year put a part of it
in front of you and say, ‘This is mine ”
just to make it clear who owns whom.
I hope at last, being women, have nice men
and being men, have good women
and love each other today, tomorrow and the next day
and then, when you were exhausted
talk about love to start again.
P.S.: Obviosuly this isn’t mine, I’ve just tried to adapt it into English