Hope like a thread;
better off than the dead.
A glimpse of light;
more desirable than night.
Tomorrow never dies;
always a room for surprise.
If life continues to linger,
Hope will outlive the calendar.
Hope may appear frail;
she does not fail.
An atom of assurance;
she subdues every hindrance.
You may lose an afternoon;
there's an audacity in the moon.
Hope is the healer of time.
She will ask for no dime.
Hold onto the hands of Hope.
With her you'll always cope.
You will soon cross the line.
Everything will be fine.
By Mc Shapiro
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