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)
- Published: August 9th, 2020 19:06
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Comments2
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.
Andy
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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