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