MY HOPES

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I hope to be somebody special somewhere
I hope to be a star directing people to their path in life
I hope to be a friend to the destitute, the downtrodden and  orphans
I hope to be a mother to great men and women
I hope to be a book that when read
Channels life to the positive direction
I hope to be the wealthiest to feed billion mouths
I hope to be a bright future in the hearts of so many
I hope to be that woman that has got the key to her husband’s heart
I hope to be a soldier so brave like a lion
I hope to die someday at a ripe age somewhere sweat
Leaving behind a name that tells my story over and over again.

BY  ISOKEN ADISA-ISIKALU   




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