Life as a Poet Knows It
Life as a Poet Knows It

My Hope

1997

My Hope

As another day turns to night

and so the night becomes the day

As mother bird takes to flight

I embrace my hope

and find a way

As raindrops fall

forming mountain streams

and so become rivers

that flow to the sea

While the waves beat out

their thunderous themes

I hold hands with my hope

and find the key

As babies lie sleeping

in the arms of their mothers

and so drift away into innocent twilight

While people live

in competition with each other

I give love to my hope

through darkness 'till daylight

childrens poetryinspirational
Michael McArdle
Michael McArdle
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Michael McArdle

I don't know if I would consider myself a poet, a writer of some sort yes. Most of my poems were written many years ago now and today I'm concentrating more on some fictional writing. I also like to write songs. I hope you enjoy my work

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