Standing by the pole of hope
Hoe in hand to till the ground
Rope on his neck the tent to hold
Plans in his head to claim his hope
Make the ridge to yield the field
Plant yam, cocoa and corn
Nuts and beans to fill the barn
While he plans, they till their lands
Back on pole, he sings and sighs
Praying for means to feed the kids
And some doughs to act his thoughts
He sings and sighs for signs and wonders
He longs and prays for help from above
Hoping tomorrow a change will show
I watch in horror as he keeps the watch
If only a step to claim his hope
Roll the rope and hoe to work
Plough the land to reach his goal
Hope and pray for the seed to grow
I watch on as he withers and greys
The man on the pole, keeps the hope
He hopes on till it's late to grow
He sings and sighs for signs and wonders
He longs and prays for help from above
Hoping tomorrow a change will show
Till it's too late the seeds to grow
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It has been surely well said and understood that God helps those who help themselves and your lines, dear Kolapo, beautifully and gracefully establish the fact that just waiting on a high pole of hope for help and success to rain down on us without efforts is obviously an exercise in futility.
Thanks so much for visiting an the warm comment, makes it worthwhile.
nice rhythm in these verses! got a nice lulling beat~
Thanks so much for visiting and the warm comment. Very encouraging 🙂