I've carried hope in a wish basket;
tossed coins in the wishing well;
and placed my dreams on doily-lined platters of expectations.
I have never abandoned hope to cynicism
nor have I seen devotion fade in my rear view mirror.
I done all these things
because I cannott
stall in forward motion
become vague inside myself
lost to time,
to my own direction,
All this is not nice.
There is no choice for me
but to hold hope close
and wheel barrel
on
smiling.
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