Don’t give me hope
For hope leads to dreams,
Dreams make me wish
And hope for much more.

Wishes are fake, like
Dreams of the dawn,
Goes with the light, when
You’re wide awake.

Dreams take my time,
My heart off my work;
They spin off the truth, and
Make unreal yarns.

But dreams make me plod
Through trenches and dirt
In search of my prize
My aim and my hope.

My book of poems is now available on Kindle: Lonely Journeys