First Great Hope

The lake was pure
As innocence,
The sky was deep
As truth,

Their minds were full
Of everything
That can be thought
By youth.

The lake’s now fillled with
Powerboats,
The sky’s a fearsome
Token,

But they’ve not lost that
First great hope,
It’s just more rarely
Spoken

 

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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