One may wish to weave a time
Salubrious and conductive prime
Smiles have myriad colours
Some are sombre some are bright
Tides seldom scale the force of wind
As Choices walk on the lands of slime
Uncertainty rules the roost
Hope is resilient though...
Despite the peccadilloes on the way
The march goes on and on...
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: hope