Treasure Island

Will Curl


Hope


Hope can not escape us now
Keep it in our souls somehow
Hope for a better tomorrow
A world free from such sorrow
Hope for what could one day be
If I would reach down inside of me
Hope that I would find a way
To write the words one must say
Hope gives us strength of heart
To be optimistic from the start
Hope to dream your heart true
To everything mankind could do
Hope is ours to surly serve
If our world we shall preserve

Submitted: Thursday, March 19, 2009

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  • Bassam Takatkah (5/19/2009 8:03:00 AM)

    emotional and touchable poem, thorough meaning behind the lines, effective to read and listen. (Report) Reply

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