Fountain of Hope


        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.

  • Author: opefolorunsho (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 9th, 2020 19:06
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  • Goldfinch60

    That fountain of hope is there for all of us and all the time we reach out for it our lives will be full of wonder and glory. We must all just keep going for ourselves.


  • dusk arising

    The fountain of hope is within you and it doesn't matter whether you are running straight and fast or crawling a crooked path...... hope springs eternal..... nurture it sir.

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