However hopeful a feeling

Some would be left reeling,

Would leave tomorrow without a greeting

To know hope could be so fleeting

 

If so selfish or altruistic

Hope can seem just unrealistic

Perhaps ‘twas there in drunken need

A separate drink would cause to plead

 

For reunion with the previous thought

The calm, contented one I fought

With bloody bleakness and contemplation

But I still recall the great elation

 

I felt it, I was it, sometime, somehow

And however low my brow is now

I can, thank god, for my good health

Take comfort in hope for hope itself