Hope Has Flown Into My Closet
Hope has flown into my closet
He won’t come out
No matter how much I beg
“I need reassurance
That my work will be done on time
And that I’ll have hours spare to tidy my bed
The thermostat is jammed,
The bathroom has flooded
The cooker is all out of gas
Ants have invaded my bedroom
My siblings are fighting on the lawn
The market has stopped stocking coffee
And I just cannot take anymore!”
And Hope replied
With a flutter of his wings
And a sparkling glint in his eye
“Stop bothering me
And bloody sort it out yourself!”
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