by Michael Fiscaletti, staff reporter
Encased in this empty hole
With the thoughts of a future that now seems old
But I’ve been told
“Be strong and bold, be loving and warm
but don’t grow cold”
Now this empty hole seems much more like a treasure trove
Where visions of the future shine like gold
Full of hopes and dreams we’ll soon uphold
And, if nothing else, my heart feels much less cold
