..this book has no title
the cover is blank
almost a begging
to add ones' own ink
its taste a new flavor
in the words I hear spoken
no titles, no labels,
those the worlds failed token
with him no anticipation,
he explains, "then no pain,"
when the thing ne'er expected
has ne'er been gained
in asking for nothing
enjoy it all,
what hasn't been asked
will contribute no fall
then the "me," who lives
in bright hope each day
with ne'er disappointment
just the way the games played,
questions this new thought
and just what it means
I asked, "How can one live without
expectation...let alone possibility,
go along day by day without hope?"
"Don't ask, he said, as I don't ask now,
then the given
is perceived with no less than a, "WOW!"
01.14.2013
Barbara H.
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Comments: 18
expectation...let alone possibility,
go along day by day without hope?"
Sadly there are far too many who do. That is why gangs proliferate while neighborhoods and communities rust away to oblivion leaving a hole where once was a great monument.
Your poem is poignant, very sad and a call for immediate action.

 Thanks for sharing with Triple Name Club.
You're quite prolific today, or perhaps just posting some you've written over time.
Thank you for submitting to: Not Gathering Dust!
Interesting story. I hope you feel better and then you will be able to write more.
Ever year they say the shot does not cover ALL the flus going around and BY GOLLY the one it doesn't cover always seems to find me and mine. thanks for your wishes...
Thank you for posting to Gather's Luminous Writers and Artists.