is false hope.
Nothing more than an umbrella on a
rainy day.
The sky is still midnight black.
Puddles still abound.
Moisture and misery soak everything
they touch.
But at least your hair is dry.
We can only (always) hope for the best but remember there will always exist a (vacant) room for the worse to be expected.... Keeping the faith places us (50%) mentally a head of the game, so physically we are expected to add the other (50%)...I like your accompanying image, brings back memories when I use to throw those old shoes on the power lines myself...Now a day’s young youth utilize this technique to mark their gang affiliated territory, leaving them optimistic whether they will remain in the (self) designated area or move on to bigger and better things in life...Picture very fitting for this poem
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Alexis,
We can only (always) hope for the best but remember there will always exist a (vacant) room for the worse to be expected.... Keeping the faith places us (50%) mentally a head of the game, so physically we are expected to add the other (50%)...I like your accompanying image, brings back memories when I use to throw those old shoes on the power lines myself...Now a day’s young youth utilize this technique to mark their gang affiliated territory, leaving them optimistic whether they will remain in the (self) designated area or move on to bigger and better things in life...Picture very fitting for this poem
Good Job,
Jim
Hi Alexis,
Like your view on optimism although i am a hard core optomist and bare its fruits on daily bases.
cheers
nice write x