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Won't you help support DayPoems? HopeBy Tom Ramsey21st CenturyHope swirls around the little boy's head Jumping on the bed Christmas morning Giddy and laughing Hope carries him on fairy wings Down the stairs to the den at six a.m. And giggles as he whispers "You know it's gonna be there." Hope fills his eyes with wonder As he surveys the packages As he selects the first one As he tears through The paper And the ribbon And the tissue Hope squeals with eagerness And tells the little boy that he Will find his new train And when the little boy finds A sweater instead Hope never lets up "Just open the next one, You know it's gonna be there." And he surveys the packages And he selects the next one And he tears through The paper And the ribbon And the tissue Hope reassures with kindness And tells the little boy that this time he Will find his new train And when the little boy finds A book instead Hope never lets up "Just open the next one, You know it's gonna be there." An on and on it goes Until there are no packages left And the floor is littered with Empty boxes And hope never says another word While he sneaks out the window Smiling from ear to ear Leaving the little boy alone to answer The knock at the door Hope swirls around the young man's head Before sitting in the seat beside him Giddy and laughing Hope carries him on fiery hooves Down the road to the party at eight p.m. And giggles as he whispers "You know they're gonna be there." Hope fills his eyes with wonder As he surveys the room As he greets the first one As he tears through The awkwardness And the doubt And the tension Hope squeals with eagerness And tells the young man that he Will find his new friends And when the young man finds A closed society instead Hope never lets up "Just greet the next one, You know they're gonna be there." And he surveys the room And he greets the next one And he tears through The awkwardness And the doubt And the tension Hope reassures with kindness And tells the young man that this time he Will find his new friends And when the young man finds Indifference instead Hope never lets up "Just greet the next one, You know they're gonna be there." An on and on it goes Until there are no people left And the floor is littered with Empty bottles and cans And hope never says another word While he sneaks out the window Smiling from ear to ear Leaving the young man alone to answer The knock at the door Hope swirls around the husband's head Lying in the bed beside him Giddy and laughing Hope carries him on a magic carpet Across the gap in the bed to the arms of his wife at ten p.m. And giggles as he whispers "You know she's gonna be there." Hope fills his eyes with wonder As he surveys her face As he reaches to touch As he tears through The guilt And the anger And the apprehension Hope squeals with eagerness And tells the husband that he Will find his comfort and love And when he finds Rejection instead Hope never lets up "Just reach out again, You know she's gonna be there." And he surveys her face And he reaches to touch And he tears through The guilt And the anger And the apprehension Hope reassures with kindness And tells the husband that this time he Will find his comfort and love And when the husband finds Cruelty instead Hope never lets up "Just reach out again, You know she's gonna be there." An on and on it goes Until there are no people left And the floor is littered with Years and distant memories And hope never says another word While he sneaks out the window Smiling from ear to ear Leaving the husband alone to answer The knock at the door Hope swirls around the son's head Walking arm and arm down the cold sanitary corridor Warm and caring Hope carries him on angel's wings Down the hall to the semi-private room And reassures as he whispers "You know he's gonna be OK." Hope fills his eyes with wonder As he surveys the bed and the wheelchair As he selects his first words As he tears through The jargon And the reports And the sadness Hope squeals with eagerness And tells the son that he Will find his father well And when the son finds Illness instead Hope never lets up "Just come another day, You know he's gonna be OK." And he surveys the bed and the wheelchair And he selects the next one And he tears through The jargon And the reports Hope reassures with kindness And tells the son that this time he Will find his father well And when the son finds A stroke instead Hope never lets up "Just come one more time, You know he's gonna be OK." An on and on it goes Until there is no life left And the floor is littered with Tissues and rubber gloves And hope never says another word While he sneaks out the window Smiling from ear to ear Leaving the son alone to answer The knock at the door And the little boy And the young man And the husband And the son Go to the door Looking to see if hope has come back And pain walks in And pain doesn't swirl And pain doesn't giggle And pain doesn't jump on the bed And pain doesn't hold his hand With giddy excitement or warm assurances Pain just makes his intentions known And tells them to wake up There never was a train And the friends would only let you down And love is conditional And your Father is dying And after making his announcements Pain doesn't sneak through the window Grinning from ear to ear He walks into the kitchen and Makes a sandwich And says, "You should get to know me. I'm gonna be here for a while." And pain doesn't whisper And pain doesn't tempt them To keep looking, and greeting and reaching out He just sits there eating his sandwich And asking for a glass of milk And perhaps a cookie If it's not too much trouble And pain doesn't carry them Anywhere on anything He just follows them around Never more than a few paces back And pain reminds them That he's gonna be there When they wake up And when they go to sleep And if they want him to leave They're gonna have to ask him to go And they better mean it Because if they don't He'll be back And he'll knock on that door As soon as hope sneaks out The window DayPoems Poem No. 1627 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . 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