Hope never dies.

poem in triplets

Hope never dies.

 

The morning mists that lingers on.

Long after it should be gone.

Evaporates before the sun.

 

Who rises up in majesty.

The mist will clear so men can see.

The sunlight sparkling on the sea.

 

The morning mist no longer hides.

The ever flowing restless tides

From those who walk the waterside.

 

Beachcombers searching hopefully

For any treasure there might be.

The sea abandoned carelessly.

 

They seek but very rarely find

The riches that they have in mind

Although their dreams are ill defined.

 

They still search conscientiously

Just in case today might be.

Their lucky day quite possibly.

 

Monday, 09 April 2012