Hope Poem by Nnorom Goodluck
Hope
When I was boy,
I played with toys,
And my parents toiled,
To make me feel joy.
When I became a man,
My parents told me I can,
giving me hope that's mine,
To live with till I die.
Now I know,
To hope is to grow,
To learn is to sow,
And to reap is to glean.
Such a nice start, Nnorom. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
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5/4/2024 2:41:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very lovely