Hope
Hope
Sometimes you have to walk
On the roads of life
Your feet may be bleeding
And your map so misleading
You can soldier, or you can sulk
But onward you must march
The morning may see you lost and weary
The afternoon's long hours, dreary
In the blur of a billion steps
An evening alone, and teary
Night's insomnia forms a theory
Despite your sorrow
Try again tomorrow
And someday, you just may, get to where you're going
Copyright © Clay Young Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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