Box of Hope
Baseball cards
a rubber band,
an 1894 Indian head penny
the aroma of cheap tobacco
filled the bottom of an old cigar box
my box of dreams where no one else could go
when I was grown the box became a distant memory,
I had forgotten the magic of dreams-cynical adulthood
in Hollywood I was sure that I was home
only to find a pink slip and a plane ticket
my depression black as a moonless night
I lived inside this tube of insanity
where nothing made sense
I felt like dying
snorting cocaine
to take away the pain-growing thin
I lost control of my life once again
gazing through teary eyes I saw it...
my box of dreams
when I opened it I found a time capsule
baseball cards
a rubber band
and that 1894 Indian head penny
the box still wafting old tobacco
from 30 years past filled my nostrils
my life was not full of hope anymore
just the agony of knowing
how I wished that I could start over
one more feeble attempt at life
eventually I fell asleep
I had a dream that it was all a terrible mistake
my war wounds
drug addiction all passed away
in my unconscious mind…
when I awoke
I felt a moment of Peace…
of hope
Dedicated to Rhoda Galgiani
Copyright © Ron Cervero | Year Posted 2009
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