Hope once great has failed
The hand I see is bare
Each tounge I hear no matter where
Such witnessed who have seen.
Grace and hope has made
What all were meant to have
For if you were to know your fate
Your fate you'd never have.
Thus all my life has come to naught
And sadly summer's gone
Once young my aging mind
Poor sight, my loves the leaves are gone
Upon the ground are blond.
Where bushes once hid trees
That opened to the sun
To the carpenters and gardeners
Hope once great has failed.
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