Saturday, 19 October 2024

HOPE

Hope, how friendly you are 

Closer than a blood brother 

You saunter into the mind 

At the nick of time to rescue

A man willfully at the end of the rope

Who sees no cause to cope

And grace the grins of the coming sun.


You swiftly see the unseen, 

Making molehills of mountains 

Where bravery meets optimism

You come leading the way 

So we plough the ground today 

And plant our several seeds 

For we hopefully know 

There comes a Tomorrow.


You disappoint not

Though you're just a thought.

Things we do not see

Because we a mortally blind

We believe through the mind.