“Everything that is done in the world
is done by hope,” said Martin Luther
King, Jr.
Boy, I tell you,
This girl Hope, she is one busy gal.
Matter of fact,
Just the other day,
A fine morning,
I was walking to work.
And there was Hope!
All passed out, poor thing,
On that bench,
In a state of exquisite,
Senses-shattering,
World-saving,
Stinky exhaustion.
Come to find out,
That very night,
Sure as I breathed,
I was walking home.
And Hope was gone!
Sure enough moved on,
Her work is never done.
Poor thing, still pushing
That cart with everything,
And no time to settle down.
I wish she’d
Just one time slow down
To tell her about her friend Martin –
How he praised all around
Before he got shot.
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