Hope

@Bluejay_Jones

Time passes on ever slowly
And so mercilessly
Sneering mockingly
As it gives away it's moments of passion-
And then sweeping it all away

I have nothing to show for
And I have nothing to hide
Except, maybe the ceaseless hope
That time would one day
Heal the wounds and bring back
The joys of love
And the passions of life

So like a used book
In a re-seller's store
I keep on
Bearing through the day's burn
And the night's chill
Each day, hoping for a better tomorrow
And someday, maybe,
Find somebody
To reach through the torn leaves
And the loose pages
And mend my broken soul