“Hope,” a poem
Please point a way to hope; please make it so,That we might have some hope that we might know.
Without some hope, time surely sours and takes its toll,We watch and weep, as on and on the months do roll.
Each morning comes; no longer do I wish to rise,Without sweet hope, life’s battle lost, I do surmise.
The greatest army, without hope, it will surrender,Deep sadness urges all to write: “Return to Sender.”
For hope we pray; therefore, upon this day,We hope for hope to come; please show a way.
Hope is passion for what is possiblewisdom ⚜️
The Strongest people are not those that show resilience in front of others but who win battles we know nothing about ⚜️⚜️