Hope is the distant moon that tugs the ocean's tender heart,
That draws the tides to swell the shore with skill of Siren's art.
Once it's removed, it brings release; the tides go back to sea,
And all that's left upon the shore is scattered, sad debris.
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What would we do without hope, I wonder? Enjoyed reading this poem, Dennis. Like the rhythm and rhyme, like the message. Very stylish.