HOPE

My mind drifts....
... to a time I was small
The world seemed so large
How was I to matter?

When there were so many people
so many souls.... searching
for their own place on earth
trying to be proud of who they are

How quickly some gave up
Fading dreams.... followed by apathy
Not a care in the world, including
not caring FOR the world

Why should they care, when obviously
no one pays them no mind
Walking through life, invisible, disconnected
Finding the false joy of drink or drugs

They don't need GPS to find
the road to the nowhere they call home
claiming life is not fair or no good
Yet they do nothing to change, nothing to move

from the street they live on
to the one they used to dream about
Content to fail, to turn their backs
to the wondrous world of possibilities

Maybe they can't be King or Queen
but they CAN be elated and excited
by the rising sun that begins each day
An opportunity to share some love

With a friend or a stranger....
But.... I fear they won't
find happiness in life, a bottle, or a pill
It's sad to think a soul is wasted

When joy is just around the corner
If only they would take the first few steps
It would become clear, joy has
always been inside them

The rest of us call it hope