Jack-In-The-Box
H eld hostage these days by an invisible bug
O h-so-tempting to sweep hope under the rug
P erhaps your heart tells you it's dead, buried and gone
E xcept hope will spring right back up tomorrow at dawn
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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