In all worthwhile endeavors,
No matter size or scope.
It shall either have a life,
Or die, a thing called hope.
It all depends on caring.
Those willing to take part.
Hope, to be sustained at all;
Requires a beating heart.
Each heart that God created,
Has value each in turn.
When called upon to voice it,
Don't shrink from your concern.
Its in those special moments,
When life gives you a choice;
You'll either sit in silence,
Or stand and lend your voice.
It's with the inspiration
Derived from what you do.
Others may participate
And make your dream come true.
If you need inspiration
To act on your concern,
Just take note of your children,
And how they come to learn.
They look to you for guidance,
To see what they should do.
How to be a citizen.
Concerned, what do they do?
It's now your time for choosing;
Don't sit, and cry, and mope.
It shall either have a life,
Or die, a thing called hope.
I love this poem, I have a Myspace page, and was wondering if you would mind if I put your poem on my blog
The life of mine is renewed with each read of your inspiring, wonderfully written poems. Thank you. :)
i loved it. i read it aloud to my grandmother and she loved it as well. thank you for this beautiful poem
Hope is such a beautriful thing. Keep hope alive my friend. Well done.
Just because something good ends doesn't mean that something better won't begin. All what we acquire is based on the hope we keepsafe in our lockers with as much practical approach as we can. Regards Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yet another good poem great job