Hope

Hope rode out of town
Today
Like a hobo
On a freight train
Knapsack over a shoulder
Pockets filled
With nothing but
Yesterday’s dreams

Hope rode out of town
Today
Like an old prospector
On the back
Of an old pack mule
In a vain search
For fertile soil
In which to plant
The seeds of tomorrow’s
Dreams

Hope rode out of town
Today
Like a wild eyed prophet
Whose message
Has fallen upon empty ears
Robe torn
Feet dusty and callused
Still walking with purpose
In search of a fertile
Soul
In which to plant
The seeds
Of hope