Hope is the thing,
with, what’re they called?
Feathers?
That perches in your…
What was it?
Oh yeah, soul.
Well, maybe that’s true you,
But it certainly ain’t for me.
Because from everything I’ve learned,
Hope is the thing,
That falls like a rock,
And leaves you cold and forsaken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so harsh words.. i would/do/will believe in '' HOPE ''.. still a good poem with an unique style! !