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
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