NEVER GAVE UP HOPING

EVEN WHEN I WAS AT THE POINT OF BREAKING.

HOPE ALWAYS CAME TO MY RESCUE,

AND GOT ME THROUGH.

TIMES HAVE BEEN TOUGH,

AND THE PATH RUGGED AND ROUGH.

MANY A TIME I FALTERD

MANYY A TIME I FELL.

BUT I KEPT GOING WITH HOPE.

AS IF WALKING ON A TIGHT ROPE.

THINGS WOULD FALL INTO PLACE,

AND BRING A SMILE ON MY FACE.

HOPE IS THE SUPPORT FOR THE ANGUISHED,

HOPE IS THE BALM FOR THE BRUISED.

HOPE IS A TOOL FOR THE SHIRKER,

HOPE IS THE REWARD OF KEEN WORKER.

BE IT RICH OR THE POOR,

HOPE SERVES BOTH FOR SURE.

A RAY OF LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS,

A PROMISE OF BRIGHT HAPPINESS.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mountaintops and Valleys.”

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