Hope

'Tis a Dicken's prayer to arouse Tired masses from their slumber With an expectation born of trust Leaving all in righteous wonder. Hope travels light... a treasured friend. It clears the morning air. Hope brings forth the restless lion We know is waiting there. No regulation or coinage to Pervert its shape or size. No earthly way to strike it down Or give relevance to its demise. A shield against the coming storm When the winds of chaos blow. Hope creeps upon both fair and foul As it permeates their soul. The bedrock of a Christmas wish With a courage born of reason. Fluttering the hearts of young and old As in keeping with the season. So make merry with friends and family Knowing our future remains unclear. But with hope just around the corner... We may yet survive another year. The End