No hope one has goes away hopeless.
If determination remains,
On a daily basis focused.
To wear it and stroke,
Like some do their furry mink coats.
Or luxurized by many less fortunate.
As if bestowed to prize,
A gift to get to associate as part of life.
And not to depend on hope to use,
Can become a jokeless, worthless and a purposeless...
Way to survive.
And life to live as one's enterprise,
Cannot stay alive to thrive without hope.
No hope one has should suddenly leave.
Unless one's portrayal of faith imitates,
A momentary affair with an escapade.
In a dreamlike state of mind to find it fades.
And hope with faith,
No one should consider this a charitable giving.
With a doing done to just donate.
Hope with faith and prayer that remains,
Intact and practiced will always deliver.
To dry up eyes and stop one's weeping.
Kept to keep like a promise one receives.
No hope goes away to stay that way.
If one remains focused to know this.
To eventually notice it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lawrence, such an inspiring write👍👍👍