Oh Hope! Perch on my soggy bench,
I’m all poised to fly with you,
in the sky of eternal desires,
with the wooly fleece in the vast blue.
Wait a moment, I think……
You doubt my very footing.
Though I was a pushover all my life,
yet I’m honest in staging.
Your stopover might save a soul,
from the swamp it’s struggling with,
you may light a damp spirit,
whose glitter is hidden under filth.
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