A Song of Hope By Dennis Osadebay

A Song of Hope

By

Dennis Osadebay

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-days 

Thou art only dust and clay