Hope's Frailty

Hope’s Frailty Alas among the tools to cope the frailest one, I find, is hope a fibrous strand of silver thread just out of reach, just up ahead gossamer in sun lights glow bejeweled in clutch of falling snow yet still I search for other ways lost in a cruel conundrum haze sad ifs, and buts, and “should-a-beens” lost in the mist of “wheres and whens” Hope – soft solace of the weak belies the words of those who speak lacking knowledge of the scope of ever distant, fading hope to lift the head and clear the eyes return our world to its right size John G. Lawless ©2/8/2019