Sitting @ my desk writting
This isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t just an ambiguous poemÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Can you guess what we all reach for in lifeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
Holding on - we hold on because
She is like a woman on a pedestal
Never truly reaching her, but drawn to her
She beckons with her lips
She pulls us with her eyes
Her arms are always inviting yet teasing us to continue
Men have killed for her
Nations have blossomed because of her
The powerful thinks she is not needed
Yet because of her are driven to their knees
The weak & poor are sustained by her
Yet their efforts are futile
We hold on because she is eternal
We reached out in spite of our self control
We hold because she is named - HOPE
LMAO! No its about a JOB! Thats what we Hope for...
I thought it was about love.
Another very nice poem in any case. My poetic prowess includes limericks.