Growing up, I hoped for hope
Perfected in assenting eagerness
With a desire to control hope
I did hope for love
to choose my cares and laughs
as a soothing balm for my heart
I did hope for freedom
to run wild and fast with the wind
floating on the edges of the breeze
I did hope for maturity
to band all peoples as one family
in kindred and comradeship
I did hope for health
to bask in the sun till the dusk
defying age and illnesses
I did hope for truth
to harness humanity’s heights
converting it into love and affection
And I did hope for life
to live heartily and forever
an eternal paradise on earth
It was the hope that I hoped for
And it still flourish in my heart
Soon, that hope shall be mine
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2 comments:
*wow* beautiful....many of us have become cynical with age and have almost given up on the hopes and aspirations we had when we were younger...to me this piece says never give up on attaining that hope.
You haven't post for awhile, come on back nice writings.
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