Hope

Much I marvelled the thankful look,

While I pondered, thinking, and shook.

My mind always strays to eyes,

The ones that can’t tell lies.

I remember I was coming.

All my soul within me crumbling.

And so you come, gently clanging.

Distinctly I was awaiting.

By the grave, I saw the eyelids.

I made my bids.

Greeting and greeting with my skull,

The sky seems dull.

But in the fact that it was dripping,

Back into my memories assessing.

By my grave, I saw the carnations.

Quoth the envy, “Mind the impatiens.”

And your eyes have all the concerning,

While I pondered, facing, and free burning.

If by chance, my world bends.

If by chance, my would ends.

You can cope,

I have hope.