The sun will rise
So I surmise
From past events
Future portents
But as for me
I guess we’ll see
Each day is new
And I pursue
I am not wise
Despite my eyes
Eternal springs
A hope that sings
Though what I hear
Is sad I fear
I’ll labor on
‘til hope is gone
When sound fades out
Perhaps I’ll pout
But maybe then
I’ll sing again