Hope, and hope again: A poem 

A fate that mocks deserves a smile valiantly back 

Hope is the gunshot that burns the athlete’s track 

Resilience is a foetus that never grows cold in the womb 

A sapling is a prospect, well-prepared for any weather’s tune 

There is reason why fruit is never always in season 

A brave seafarer tides each storm never losing vision 

The sky is never grey when duty is the foremost consideration 

The convicted heart does not stumble with regret’s red caution 

Roots dig deep for moisture, leaves turn light to chlorophyll 

Even in the abyss of darkness, don’t put out the burning candle 

Let then the changing seasons not addle your focused crew 

In the untiring chef’s kitchen, there’s always stock for the stew 

The ants up one’s spine thrive when fear laces the drink 

When faced with an uphill climb, don’t let courage ever blink 

With a harvest’s failure, writhe not in despairing pain 

Take the brilliant sun’s lesson, and rise and rise again