Little Hopes

Little hopes grow like weeds—

looking pretty in the grass.

Must we weed them out?

Pull them up today,

and they’ll be back tomorrow, anyway,

whimsical as ever.

Of course, they may die some time,

but so will the flowers.

I’ve a mind to let them stay—

a yard full of color

in a dull neighborhood.

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