By:Ernest Garnark Smith,Jr.
O yea meek catalyst of our rocky yet precious and destined hustle-Hope………………….
To the affluent you’re just but a mere and vague word………….
Reversely, to the troubled-hearted you’re the jewel with which we cope!
In the face of sweet adversaries and afflictions you’ve proven infinitely to be our sword
Amidst life’s rains, your shine is surest-we’re hopelessly hopeful…..
For a score plus seven years you kept Madiba alive under harsh favorable prison conditions!
Yes, today Mandela’s very name gives life and is loaded with global contagious admirations.
With an iota of you the hopelessly hopeful Garnark is graciously grateful…….
In the toughest of life’s storms, you taught us to faint not-we remain hopelessly hopeful!
The breast milk of humility and temperance you gave us and we’re stronger-I’m grateful.
So faithful are you that Track and many more hustlers you sustain and do so courteously…..
Ah Dieu, why won’t the faint-hearted see that with you the humble nobodies from nowhere excel wonderfully?
As Blessed breath forth, “Yes We Can” on that chilly and historic November night at Grant’s Park he was saying- be hopelessly hopeful!
Did you like me see the Dreamer of our generation MLK smile as his dream manifested in Hussein and Jesse’s eyes were tearful?
O hope, dearest hope; our tears in the hustles and bustles made us significantly hopelessly hopeful!
Hopelessly hopeful! Hopelessly Hopeful!! Hopelessly hopeful!!! Yea, hopelessly hopeful!
Author’s note: The above poem is dedicated to all who are conscientiously striving to see and grace the face of Mama Success regardless of the obstacles. This poem is with immense passion sent out as a resurgence shout to that faint-hearted brotha or sistha who’s somewhere, somehow, someway engulfed by despondence and has given up, threw in the towel and is just hanging in there blank…………..
Halo! To YOU, Ernest Garnark Smith, Jr. bellows- DARED NOT CALL IT A QUIT;GET UP FROM YOUR RUIN OF RUINS N BECOME STAUNCHLY WITH ACTIONS HOPELEESLY HOPEFUL!