one day a woman sat
old and bent with age
having led a life of
adventure and challenge
or maybe just simply one of joy..
the young men came
what is hope they asked
is it there? can we see it?
she smiled through
parched and wrinkled lips
hope is the beauty of the sunrise
the promise of tomorrow
hope is the first breath
you take in the morning
and the last one at night
hope is a newborn baby
and a very old man
hope is eternal
it can not be defined
it just is
it shines forth
a beacon into the darkness
bringing us from the pits of despair
and allowing us the ability
to start again.
in short.. hope is life
old and bent with age
having led a life of
adventure and challenge
or maybe just simply one of joy..
the young men came
what is hope they asked
is it there? can we see it?
she smiled through
parched and wrinkled lips
hope is the beauty of the sunrise
the promise of tomorrow
hope is the first breath
you take in the morning
and the last one at night
hope is a newborn baby
and a very old man
hope is eternal
it can not be defined
it just is
it shines forth
a beacon into the darkness
bringing us from the pits of despair
and allowing us the ability
to start again.
in short.. hope is life
© Shauni
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