When All That's Left Is Hope Poem by David Wood
When All That's Left Is Hope
This life has become dark like winter,
With howling wind and torrential rain.
Cold thoughts cling to yesterday's
Dreams, now shattered into hundreds
Of windswept battered dreary pieces,
That faded hope has now all but gone.
But it was hope that was all that's left in
Pandora's box. It was hope that gently
mended inflicted wounds and slowly,
As gentle rays of sunlight piercing
Through those dark forbidding clouds,
Restored this sad wretched faded life.
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What is left is HOPE. But hope will take us forward, for sure. Finding positivity in times severe setbacks is a great state of mind! Reminds me of Bhagawat Gita, which I have repeated often
So true to life and heart. This is a wonderful poem for hope it does renew. The Pandora myth still present will guide us thru.
So true to life and heart. This poem is just wonderful for hope is still alive.The Pandora myth, revived! We need it more than ever, now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 10:51:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely write David x Well done!