a prayer in a fox hole
do we cling to life like a glue
until our finger tips are blue?
or perhaps by our finger nails
where there are important details?
for some reason we can’t let go
and face a future we don’t know
without a sound philosophy
about death and eternity
or assume like some people do
the fables we are told are true.
but, as far as i am concerned
futures are neither bought nor earned.
so i’m gonna try to hang on
until every hope is gone.

Walt Abbott–4-16-2009