Hope

Here I lay for all the world to see. I am gutted, Faded; A dying phenomenon. I used to be on the tip of every tongue. Now I crouch in the subways of your minds. Your children do not know me. It is hard to teach them what you yourselves have forgotten. In days gone by, I made the stars shine for you. When you summoned me, I was there; Standing as the negotiator of wishes. When the seas of expectation were bone dry, I was the trickle that "sprang eternal". Now children see me as "family" in gangbangers. Teenagers inhale me from cans of paint. Parents say they never knew me. Here I lay; broken, saddened, but never beaten. I am still the great negotiator. .abj.