Do Hopes Die Too?

I drained the poison from my soul

and made the afterlife a goal.

Nevertheless pie in the sky

is good enough for you and i.

Anything which is still to come

is like invigorating rum.

Whatever i am still to get

may not be available yet.

Can anybody tell me why

i was born; if i have to die?

My soul may be unpoisoned, but

there’s a strange feeling in my gut.

Now only my aspiration

matches my imagination.

Walt Abbott–3-27-2011