The person living on the hope

The person living on the hope
And when it dies ,he dies with it
That the reality and somber meaning
The Life present to us on silver tray

As for me ,hope is a moon hanging over window
Beckoning her finger,saying don't give up
The sun in early morning ,trespassing borders of my sleep
Wake up,wake up ,be happy you can move around

Hope is a lovely breakfast ,eaten with an appetite
The waft of coffee ,lifting spirits up signaling day's beginning
The bus ,waiting for you to cross the street ,not leaving
Because of him you made it on the time

There always hope in every situation
The universe sending us omens and the signs
Our task to recognize them with utmost attention
And act accordingly,not panicking and losing hope in process

by Margaret Gudkov
art by E.Mozyro