A LIFE of hope deferred too often is A life of wasted opportunities; A life of perished hope too often is A life of all-lost opportunities: Yet hope is but the flower and not the root, And hope is still the flower and not the fruit; -- Arise and sow and weed: a day shall come When also thou shalt keep thy harvest home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POETRY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ADAM AND HIS FATHER by KAREN SWENSON |