I once heard of two men who were deferred from hope.

They stood and stood by a tree and never stopped.

They hoped for someone to come that never came.


I once heard of a man who had his hope deferred.

He wrote of his sorrows and of his trials.

He learned early on that people hated HIM.

but what did they truely hate? 


I once heard of a girl having her hope dererred.

She thought of the great but only recived the lows.

Deferred hope has become her life but controlled it.

Once she reached the cliff she jumped,then she flew,

and faced a deferred hope again. 

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