Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

The Deadest Hope In the World

The Deadest Hope In The World


The deadest hope in the world to hold
To be truly youthful when one is old
To race about with eager quickened pace
Innocent smile upon a softened face,
Willing hands to love yet again,
The envy of many jealous, fellow men
A finer vessel sleek, pure and true
Charming lady dancing along with you!

Adorned with steadfast heroic words,
Flying free of earth like the birds,
Wandering into majesty of the clouds
Far away from teeming earthbound crowds
A God sailing alone in the night sky,
Enjoying a blessing, not asking why!

Robert J. Lindley, 05-30-2015

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Joanna Daniel July 15, 2023 at 7:08 AM Poetry can make us feel forever young, Robert, great sonnet:) Robert Lindley July 15, 2023 at 8:30 AM Thank you, my friend. As we look back at our youth we see many things far more clearer. Sometimes that causes regrets , sadness or else it may cause delight and pleasure. And even a wish to go back to those times. The sad thing-- we cannot go back. But as poets we can write about it all. God bless..

Regina Mcintosh July 14, 2023 at 1:39 AM Lovely write. Never too old if you still feel like going up that hill. Love this. God bless you. Love, Gina Robert Lindley July 14, 2023 at 6:25 AM Thank you, my friend. We are indeed blessed if in advanced our age and yet we can still feel that way. Age is a state of mind. God bless...

Eve Roper July 13, 2023 at 9:25 PM I am right along with you, my friend. Our mind tells one story our body a different one. Our mind lies to us and we are so gellable. Blessing my friend Robert Lindley July 14, 2023 at 6:23 AM Thank you, my good friend. So very true. If we have faith God see to us and our needs. God bless.