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Say it, Live it
Hope never dies, it seems to live forever
People grab hold of it from time to time
Keep it in mind, say without thinking
“I hope my luck holds out.”
I would rather open my window, let fresh air in
Welcome joy, it comes in small, unexpected parcel
Like yesterday, two strangers said hello as I passed by
That is hope working without the need to think about it
I might be wrong, yet the sound of laughter gives me hope
A gift I wasn’t expecting that made me smile
Seems to me, that hope is a living thing
It is all around us, you don’t have to wish for it
Or pray for it. It is in the air, the rain, people passing by
After all, it was the last gift in Pandora’s box
The wind carries it, carrying it far and wide
Whenever you are feeling down, open a window
Breathe in. It is the one thing that keeps us going
Don’t follow any master, be the master
Tomorrow brings a new promise of hope fulfilled…
Lovely!
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Thanks for reblogging this also!
A lovely poem, Anita.