When life hangs on a rope,
With Hope you can often cope.
When life loses her lovely taste,
Don't embrace despair in a haste.
Hope may appear so frail
But her breath doesn't fail.
Her very last drop of breath
Is longer than eternity's breadth.
When life still lingers,
Hope remains a melodious singer.
Storms may strive for long;
Positivity can never be wrong.
The light of a young day,
Inspires in so many ways.
Hope is the thread that holds life;
She's immune against every knife.
Do not bow to despair...
With Hope, life remains fair.
Tough times are never brave;
They end up in early graves.
Joshua Michael ©2019
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
When life hangs on a rope,
With Hope you can often cope.
When life loses her lovely taste,
Don't embrace despair in a haste.
Hope may appear so frail
But her breath doesn't fail.
Her very last drop of breath
Is longer than eternity's breadth.
When life still lingers,
Hope remains a melodious singer.
Storms may strive for long;
Positivity can never be wrong.
The light of a young day,
Inspires in so many ways.
Hope is the thread that holds life;
She's immune against every knife.
Do not bow to despair...
With Hope, life remains fair.
Tough times are never brave;
They end up in early graves.
Joshua Michael ©2019
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