Hope That Maybe

By Frank Weber

This is an original poem of mine. I thought I'd share something a little different today. I hope you enjoy.

Surviving this world

comes down to a

hope that maybe

maybe tomorrow will be the day

maybe tomorrow the worm will turn

maybe

maybe is just enough hope

on the end of the rope

to keep fingers clenched tight

the only way to survive it

is to hope that maybe

maybe this time around

‘maybe’ is a good word

maybe not but that can’t be allowed to matter

hope that maybe is all good for the world in its tomorrow

hope that maybe good will be good enough to release the rope and free fall

all on your own

hoping that maybe

there’s no ground below

left to hit.

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