Someday I wouldn't have dashed hopes
Of another opportunity slipping by
Someday I wouldn't have any more sad songs to sing
But of the sweetest of songs
Someday I wouldn't have teary eyes
Erupting from another wasted effort
Someday I wouldn't record episodes of faded dreams
But of the dreams that came true
Someday I wouldn't recount the ugly tales
But of the tales that turned out beautifully sweet
Someday I wouldn't heave sighs of disappointments and dejections
But a sweet sigh of new hope and renewed strength to carry on
Someday I wouldn't fight so hard to hold back the stinging tears
But of the happiest of moments my eyes shall freely let out
Someday I wouldn't only tell stories of hope
But from the mouths of men shall I be called 'hope' itself
Someday, just someday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Aanuoluwa Adebanjo. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.