The Hope
As I live within this eve of the fall that I perceive,
the autumn of the world is near but this is not my greatest fear.
The Hope that fails to please the meek,
shall bless the turf that weak men seek.
The Fear dissolves within thine lives,
and paints our eyes some shade of blind.
Copyright © Olin Poems By | Year Posted 2014
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