The Golden Year
How fulgent heaven's eye doth shine
Glistening warmly from the skies.
No bitter thoughts of life confines
My heart to bid to hope goodbyes.
For in the darkest cave of sorrows
Hope will lead me through my days.
Like clouds - away from me blows
The dashed dreams of yesterday.
My prayers will labor not in vain
For love may grace my misty days.
Dreams the golden prize I'd claim
In life's ever daunting pathways.
This new born year I claim as mine
The sorrowing songs of life will mute
No dread may turn my heart repine
Or shape the splendor of my youth.
''If you can imagine it,
You can achieve it;
If you can dream it,
You can become it.''
William Arthur Ward
Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2014
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