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Still Hope

Fell down in a well unknown.
Lost inside the past.
All the chances I have blown.
Disappeared so fast.

Still the sun comes up each day.
And shines a light of shame.
To fill my heart with fresh dismay.
Too tired to play the game.

The tracks still run from now and then.
Through all the hills and valley's.
And leaves the law of averages.
To total up the tally's.

Still hope is hung up high and dry.
Where dreams are not for sale.
And you can only wait for love.
With the check lost in the mail.

The air between the clouds of doubt.
Are filled with rain so heavy.
As hearts so empty in a drought.
Await the bursting levy.

We dance the dance of ever after.
Feeling like a fool.
And only hear the callous laughter.
At the golden rule.

Someday we'll leave this all behind.
And come up from that well.
And hopefully what we will find.
The secrets then will tell.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Bauer Avatar
October 26, 2021 at 12:39 PM
i hope that you can reach that hope "hung up high and dry" before you hear any angels, leslie. i can feel your melancholy in this poem but hope that the writing of it (with such great rhyme!) made you feel better...
Johnson Avatar
October 27, 2021 at 6:31 PM
That’s quite a comment ilene. Thank you.
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