Hope and despair
My
hope and my despair,
Interchange
between my table and my chair.
The
table writes and the chair reads,
When
one stops the other begins.
The
chair links the thoughts,
The
table connects the dots.
When
hope flies in open arms,
Despair
runs the deafening drums.
What
I seek from them I don’t know,
Travellers
for sure I see they are.
Sometimes
they sit on the table and glow,
At
other times they walk on the chair.
Reasons
could be because I am young or old,
Or
it could be because I am timid or bold.
It
could also be for being black or white,
Most
anything that goes as wrong or right.
I
work all day running in and out!
Breaking
free the tricky trap!
For
moments I know what it’s all about!
When
I truly find the hollow gap!
What
a lovely pair they are,
A
truly caring couple indeed!
If
one is close the other not far,
Tied
into my knotty deed!
Both
in me this hope despair,
In
and out they stay and travel.
I
write on them from thoughtful table,
I
read on them from charming chair.25 August 2014
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