Hope For Slain Hope
withered wrinkles crudely furrow
grandpa's sun-burnt,
leathery face;
they tell of heartaches untold, dreams
shattered, affection
unrequited;
a far-away look snuffed out long ago
the once mercurial twinkle
in his eyes;
and his is the voice that smothers
expectations lest they
betray him;
yet, now as he gazes out at his great
grandchildren gleefully
chasing
their own shadows across wavelets
rippling slow on the smooth,
wet sand,
he feels at the core of his pessimism,
slain hope, breathing
once again!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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