My Little Hope Poem by Enoch Owusu Gyamfi

Thy dying sorrows,
Bade my soul to aspire for better tomorrow,
Today is fading slowly, slowly but will surely be wholly,
Melodies from the night, flies higher and greater my little Hope.


Nourishing and flourishing is my little hope,
Fully and strong, pouring out strains of joy and bliss,
Fallen is my foiling mopes and woes,
My little hope clouds my atmosphere with felicities.


When dark days displays their rage,
Live the body and soul in strife,
Teardrops sopping my life's page,
My little hope keeps my soul alive.