Hope

You little fickle phantom hope,
tucked in my pocket yesterday,
slipped through me like a bar of soap,
right through my fingers and away.

I need some wings that won’t fly off,
when I grow tired or turn my head,
gains won so hard are lost too soft,
you’re like the wind it’s often said.

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