Hope

Hope,

That fickle,

Necessary component

To a sustained forward progress,

Makes fuzzy

The aches and pains

Of life’s struggles,

Takes off the sharp edges

Of the depression of joy,

Keeps the soul’s fires kindled,

And yearning for something

 

Sweeter around the next bend,

 

The fabled good life just out of reach.

Oh, Dylan was right,

I’ll rage against the dying

Of that flickering light,

For with the death of hope

Any life worth living

Ceases to be.

 

 

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