I was on that road
to the fountain of Hope
I walked fast ;I walked slow
I tarried a bit and ran a little
I saw many on that road
They looked tired and weary
They looked about to let go
I asked one
I said “friend how long have you been here”
“All my life ;all day all night”
I was told the fountain wasn’t far away
But the more I tired the more I went astray
I saw young and I heard old
I saw voluptuous and I saw thin
I saw bags,bins and baggages
With labels on them like
“ I give up” ”I can’t make it”
I looked up and I looked down
I saw hope and I embraced life
The fountain was close and it was near
I said to my self
“Boy you just have to keep on walking “
Sometimes it’s crooked
Sometimes it’s straight
But with a little push
a little pull
It’s not far the fountain of Hope.