Sunday, August 12, 2007

hope

Even if you've lost everything else,
you still can keep hope.
When your stuck in the quick sand of life,
it'll be your saviour, like a length of rope.

When a door in front of you closes,
another opens up somewhere.
To get there it wont be a bed of roses,
but hope will definitely take you there.

3 comments:

Adi said...

hope is the one thing that keeps us alive,
the one thing that makes bad times tick by
Thank heavens for the gift of hope
Hope for hope to hope for more...

Totally agree with you...

brat said...

brilliant kipling poem on a similiar topic

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

brat said...

the above comment is to just have a copy of this superb poem on the blog