HOPE

Hope is like a dare, with sights, sounds, and an eyeball’s glare
Headlight beams on sunny days, fearsome loss can meet high praise
Nocturnal sounds in black midnights, reveal blindness in broad daylight

Hope thrives in joy and despair, yet hope is sinking everywhere
Hope decries lies and misery, yet hope is rising imperfectly
Lessons learned in Monday school, make learned ones into fools

Conclusions, illusions, confusion, and shame
Turns hope-full ness into a loser’s game
When all is lost, and hope regains-memories gone but remain the same