Wearing Hope Poem by Christian Eliab Ratnam

I stood beneath a great oak tree,
Extending a fishing rod into the sea.
An hour went by,
Day said goodbye.
I stood there in vain dignity.

The sea became a stream,
Whispering hope to me,
Although her voice was much softer,
Than the sea which said it louder.
I wasn’t still keen.

My hands held the rod,
Though not as firmly as before.
My heart sat beside,
Murmuring with the tide.
I was getting bored.

The time had come,
I could wait no longer.
The oak tree’s laughter,
The daylight scorcher.
All hope undone.

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