Poem -

Morning Hope

Morning Hope

When I wake,
refreshed,
I feel hope in every dawn.

Perhaps it's cruel.
This hope that never lasts.

Perhaps.

To be reminded every day,
slowly,
of the veniality of this world.

Perhaps it's cruel,
but,
I look forward to every dawn.

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Charu Shaawd

Hi Nigel
loved it ?
Hope is what keeps us going each day.
Best regardsĀ 

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Nigel Cresswell...

Thank you Charu,
I live in the hope that one day I will go to sleep full of as much hope as I awake with. One day.
In the mean time I always have the dawn.
Thanks for reading Charu,
Nigel.

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GREG TUCKER THE...

I love this however I wake up thinking I am screwed every morning and it takes a couple of hours for hope to set in, Ā great write!

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Nigel Cresswell...

Hi Greg, I probably go to sleep drunker than you. It's not so much realisation setting in as the day progresses it's sobriety and that's easy to deal with !
Sleeping with a cat purring on your feet helps too.
Nigel

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Nigel Cresswell...

A good way to do this Greg whilst actually keeping ones job is to condition ones mind to dream about being in the pub ( It's a zen thing and does take a lot of practice in an actual pub, preferably a pub with a very attractive barmaid). This usually works but sometimes you wake up feeling guilty about things you actually haven't done.
If that doesn't work my personal choice would be Stella Artois.
Cheers mateĀ 
Nigel.

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GREG TUCKER THE...

thank you I am taking note and now I am inspired to write a new poem

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GREG TUCKER THE...

I just wrote a poem aboutĀ 
Spit Fire bitters that I had while in the Uk. Ā It was heaven.
i did notice that the Pubs are now serving Budweiser in the Uk. Ā That perplexed me as it is not up to UK standards

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Nigel Cresswell...

Thank you Susan, it was a truly lovely dawn.Ā 
Keep keeping onĀ 
NigelĀ 

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