Hope Poem by B3k Baylon

Hope



If ever it’s true, time don’t give a clue.
It may be sudden…but don’t live with a burden.
It’s not bad to wish that the reaper would miss.
If hope does kill…at least thou loved and willed…

Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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