Hope does not have a number,
At the disposal of each man.
It means rather to be open,
As open as dare can.
Despare does not bury,
Hopes or illusions one prepares.
But to harmonize with itself,
Of mans' enviroment, as birds' to air.
He is a world known creature,
Who himself lives everywhere.
Hope is mans' breath of life,
And God's breath of purest air.
Linda Winchell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-199/
