Death Of Hope
I feel like such a dope.
Cringing from the desparity of all these folk.
I know it's lost.
Yet I try to fit the cost.
In the role of loser I am cast.
The death of hope comes like a blast.
It impales me to the last.
I've tried so hard.
Now I play my final card.
It will not work. I have no doubt.
Though I have to try and reach out.
If it fails then it is true.
From the start I have been doomed.
It's the death of hope, for a dope.
Always finding a way to choke.
It's almost over, the time has passed.
As have my pride and sense of class.
It's the death of hope.
The end of life.
Goodbye now I'll say goodnight.
poem by Michael McParland
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