because when it is strong
I make the most ambitious plans -
but then the hope is gone.
But not the plans - they linger on
so I must see them through.
Because I am so very proud
there's nothing else to do.
I won't admit that I was wrong
to claim I could succeed,
and anyway, I gave my word,
I've already agreed.
So with a sigh I muddle on
and often do OK.
But oh! This fickle hope of mine
might go too far some day.
1 comment:
and then there's the "hope for hope someday" - something we hung onto for a long, long time - and still do, when things go bad.
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