• English Poetry

    A River Called Hope

    There’s a river that flows eternal its called Hope
     From the zenith of optimism and down its mountainous slopes
     It runs the deepest along the valley of despair
     The currents dismissing obstacles like it just didn’t care
     Ever accommodating in its spirit
     It carries within it
     Streams of negativity, even the past
     Meandering along teaching you nothing lasts
     To opulence from penury
     To contentment through misery
     There’s a panacea for problems one can’t cope
     It’s a river that flows eternal and it’s called Hope