Hope For A Great Profession Poem by ibiba tamunominji

In preparation for meetings
Cracking my brain
From whence comes
The money, clothes, accessories,
Necessaries and ideas to participate
In the forthcoming conference

I gazed to the sky
Each day
Praying for destiny
To take its place
And for my destiny
To play its full course

Suddenly comes the brightness of the day
Shining in full array
Promising a better future
Signaling a fulfilled destiny
Full of life, creativity and vigour
With hope, all is alive

With all pride, arrogance and aggressiveness
Studying with great interest and excitement
Full of great ideas
With little pay for sustenance
With starvation and poverty
Hope still keeps me going

What a profession
I found my destiny fixed in
Hard work and less pay
A path of the strong willed
A path of self worth
A path of righteousnes

Hope calmed me
Hope made me wait
Hope made me think
Hope made me smile
Hope raised my head up tight
Hope made me wake till morn