There is an irony in sight
Where vision is concerned
That part where the blind looks forward to tomorrow
Despite all the sorrow
That part of the mind which no one borrows
No matter how shallow
Is the lid of hope
So why will I mope?
II
Even snakes, dwelling on their venom
Instill fear in beings
Even crabs, without heads
Instill fear in elephants
Even mother hens, dwelling on beaks
Try to with hawks battle in protection of their young
Even a Christmas cock has hope in stock
So I feel no mockery
As suns shine even in their twelve hour life span
So will I shine instead of whine
III
A widow, according to biblical tales
Gave her soul in her little out
Without thinking forward
Why?
Breath is not mine to give nor take
But as long as it engines my being
I will see the ship of help
Sailing towards my dock
With goodies in flock
For in the tower of living
Hope holds firm
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) August 17, 2017
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