Nil Desperandum Poem by jerry hughes
Nil Desperandum
It was cold and wet
and there he was,
sitting on a park bench,
sorting his worldly posessions
into a plastic bag.
A book of poetry,
a comb,
darned socks,
a grubby shirt
and seventy cents.
I said, 'G'day mate,
what's your name? '
He answered, 'Hope.'
SEQUEL
The park bench was there,
but not the man who called
himself, Hope.
Had he become, as Greek
philosophers describe,
a last despair?
I asked some fellow passers-by
if they'd seen him. 'Who? ' they asked.
A rough and ready said, 'Mate,
there ain't no hope - never was.'
But a dog-eared book of poetry,
a comb, darned socks, a grubby
shirt, and seventy cents inside a
plastic bag suggested otherwise.
Truth is Jez, he was more likely to have a candle than a book of poetry! Rgds, Ivan
Brilliant! ! this piece brings many pictures to one's mind, one too many! !
Springs eternal! Glad to see you back on here maestro! Another fine gem from an ace pen. Sometimes it's the only thing left worth holding onto and with it we can don anything. Wise reminder Mr Hughes! ! Thanks, jim
This one reads like a parable. Eloquent, sparce penning from the 'less is more' master. One of your best. Love Allie xxxxxxxxxxx
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Just read the sequel. A wonderful companion piece to the first poem with the same bright rays of optimism shining through. love, Allie xxxx