My hopes
are high hopes,
Flying on
by.
They can´t
be caught
Thinking of
the World,
The dead
and alive,
The sick,
old, lonely, destitute;
Those who
twitter, those who jive.
There are
many who contemplate
The great
questions of existence,
Only to
leave behind ashes,
Where once
there was persistence.
My hopes
are real hopes,
Lived quite
sincerely;
The
reaction to them are varied,
From indifference
to surly.
The element
of fragility is taken into account.
The
blessings received mount and mount.
Thankful,
expectant, I reach out to you.
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