A Song of Hope
Is thy weather rough and cruel,
Charged with thunder, dark and cold?
Does thy fire lacking fuel
To thy heart great misery hold?
Look around, O woman’s born,
Full many a soul by sorrow torn
From happiness and heaven’s door
Is worse than thou on Fortune’s floor
Dost thou lack the wherewithal
To keep thy soul and body one?
Dost thou still bemoan thy fall
And think thy weary self undone?
Think again, O mortal man,
And know that since this world began
Men and stars have fallen low
And living things have ceased to grow
Art thou full of wealth and life,
Smiled upon by Fortune fair?
Does thy strength overcome all strife?
Is thy learning great and rare
Thou art not the first to gain
Health or wealth or power or brain;
Help thy neighbour rise to-day;
Thou art only dust and clay
— Dennis Chukude Osadebay
“A Song of Hope” by Dennis Osadebay is a poem of twenty four lines patterned into three stanzas of varying lines.
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