Hope

by Ibrahim Haidar   Jan 15, 2020


A poet writes from experiences

Twenty-one years old, did I cross enough fences?

A man by law, a man by my parents

A child in my eyes, a child in the gents’

Time has passed, once able now I can’t

It flies like the wind, can’t

See, feel, comes and goes

Meeting along the way, friends and foes

To those who are my friends, I tell

“Live and be happy, use your time well.”

As to my foes, “the past is history.”

Forgive and forget for grudge is a fire, no mystery

It will consume, flesh won’t touch

But your mind can’t handle it much.

Take care and goodnight

You princes and princesses of this long fight

It is called life, take it or leave it

Swing! And a miss! Don’t mope!

It is called life, it’s all about hope.

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