It’s never too late
And the lot always is
Walking on its own time,
Even despair or desolation
Ought to have no significance.
For hope never falters
It’s relentlessly there.
Even sitting beside you
Or standing behind you,
And every so often,
It’s right in your face
But you missed its company.
One just needs to ascertain,
How to seize the possibility
That hope has to tender.
Neither can we charge circumstance
Nor reason with fate.
As choice is always certain,
And it’s our verdict to make.
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