How about when hope is starved
And dreams fade into dust?
How ’bout when your plans
Disintegrate with rust?
Dreams prepared and baked with love
Crumble to a crust
And hope is a mirage
With nothing left to trust
Who deserves to be the kid
Playing all alone?
Who deserves to hear her dad
Only on the phone?
Childhood deprivations
Don’t set like broken bones
Memories cut like razor blades
Even when you’re grown
Parents die in accidents
Puppies run away
Lovers get impatient
And set off on their way
Keepsakes and mementos
Tatter, crack, and fray
Everything you care about
Crumbles just like clay
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: desolation, happiness is a sad song, hopelessness, literature, Poetry, sad, starved hope, Thomas Hardy
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