Walking on a tattered rope
I saw a light through beauty’s hope
Looked down and thought I could not cope
But knew coping would be dope
Of course I knew I was no pope
And knew I could fall on a tiny slope
I wished a short cut would help me elope
Even then darkness made me grope
I tried to get my horoscope
But that was far beyond my scope
I couldn’t just be on a lope
Like a snail I moved in fearful hope
Hope gives hope
If only you’ll cope
The you today who many sufferings cope
Will soon be the fountain to which many elope
So hope
In dope
As you cope
In grope
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

2 replies on “A WALK WITH HOPE”
Great post! Thanks for sharing 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks for reading FGM. xoxo.
LikeLiked by 1 person