You’ll find me wandering through the Millennium Pages,
An amusing look cast on my placid face,
Immaculate clothes that withstood the Ravages and Rages,
From the Push and Pull of a Turbulent pace.
Amongst the ruin and cinders of damnable War,
My Spirit was Venerated throughout,
On bending knees the Victims implore,
As their Lives and Homes were Savaged in Rout.
I am the Precious dregs that soothes the dry throat,
The Prayer for Rain on the Barron-Dry Earth,
The Elixir of Dreams ,the days yearning Antidote,
Of every dear Soul of Pain-Wrenching Birth .
I’m the fleeting dream of the Vagrant you’ll see,
Asleep in the doorway with the ‘Financial Times’ for a bed,
The April in Seed of many Passionate Pleas,
Every Electioneering Sprawl that you’ve never read.
I’m the ‘Abracadabra’ for the ‘Better Life’,
The Wand that will change Serf into King,
An Ivory Knight when Chaos is rife,
I’m Pandora’s lone gift when Miseries took Wing.
I’m the Roll of the Dice with the ‘Lottery Draw’,
The Cross Fingers that helps you to cope,
The Authority that Misfortune holds in Awe,
For such is my worth, as my blest name is HOPE.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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Hope is in many cases what we need, but not false hope and definitely not the deceptive hope peddled by those in power. But I digress. I suppose it is up to ourselves to help each other navigate the more and more unknown waters of life challenges.
So true . Already our Government, elected in July, are breaking Promises Left Right and Centre. You are the Navigator of your own destiny.
Thanks for reading.
You are most welcome 🙏🏻
a quite comprehensive way of reminding us, there still is hope, and if we pull together things could get better, Enjoyed the read
Yes , decent People want a Better World . Thank you.
You are very welcome
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