Hope

Doom shall come to those who wish,

But let us wish it not.

We have a life, but one to live

So let us take the shot.

He gave us life, but did he now?

We may not ever know

I know one thing, that’s you, my love

I follow where you go.

If it to the end of earth

Well then it shall be so.

If it to my bed tonight

Our family would grow.

We’ll build a house of blood and brick

Our backs will surely break.

But that gives us more time to lie

And more the dreams to make.

Stone by stone we lay the road

That takes us where hope.

And when we find a river

We shall build a bridge of rope.

Author's Note

Picture is by Thomas Kinkade

Reviews

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Beautiful. I like your description of life, hard but worth to live, with hope...I think in my life children are a great part of that hope, hoping they do well, better than their parents. Very well written, I like your style. I will read your other work too, when I have time. :)

Rudi

[Kenaz]

Thanks for stopping in :)

[David Scott]

Hope often feels like a rope we are hanging ourselves on, when it is our lifeline to keep from hitting rock bottom. Then again, it only takes a little to make all the difference.
Thank you for sharing your hopeful attitude.

[Baby Ricochet]

Love the last 4 lines............

[Kenaz]

I feel the same, thank you

[danish]

Simply great nd a powerful write...

[Kenaz]

Thank you for your review.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Magnificently written! I found now fault in this.

If it to my bed tonight
Our family would grow.

:D. Pure genius!

[Kenaz]

Thank you for your words G. I quite like those lines myself.

[stars are far]

That was greatly done :D .. as a first read ..good impression :)

[Kenaz]

Thank you, this one is close to me.