Poetry 1 min

Hope

Althea Joy Marial

I sit still as I wait

The world around me failed to see me as bait

The woman sighing as the man was late

The college boy who couldn't pay the rising rate

The grieving grandma who called things fate

The teenager who hated their trait

I sat there glancing around

At everything that made a little sound

Because inside of us who live above ground

There will always be a dark in our hearts that makes it pound

No matter what we do year round

Our being will eventually make someone frown

I look down feeling drowned

Until I see a dog that is unbound

It was in need of dire soap

But its tail moved quickly like a rope

The dog was lost with its owner out of scope

Then I found a woman with a broken leash trying to cope

Her mouth raised in an upward slope

Her praises comparing me to the pope

I sit back down thinking back at that common trope

And see something without having to mope

The couple reunited considering to elope

A little boy calling a college boy dope

A stranger giving a grandma a dropped envelope

A teenager falling in love without having to probe

It doesn't take a microscope to figure out how to be philanthrope

I sit there still, telling myself, "...nope."

Because despite everything, there will always be...

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