A Letter to the
Hopelessly Hopeful.
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To: The Shy Girl
sitting in the Corner
smiling away her
tears...wishing she
had half-a-chance...
I Understand...for
My Heart Knows
Poverty equally...
"Will Fortune ever
ask Us to Dance?!"
(I hope so with a
passion few can
see.)
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To: The dirty Man
wandering lonely
Streets...
I too Sir am
A Wanderer.
(but the "Street"
exists inside of
me.)
and The World cannot
spare us any Change
Today!
(Such Change must
come internally.)
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To: The Mother with
Tear Stained Pillows,
who went to Bed Hungry
so her Kids could have
more Food...
There are few Angels
Nobler than You...
And May faith in Better
Things to Come help
you through your
Midnight Solitude!
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To: That quiet kid
nobody understands,..
walking fearfully down
the halls at school;
cringing at the thought
of a bully's punch.
Those Blows can
never beat you...
if you keep your
head above the Fools!
(and your Future will
provide a Better
Lunch.)
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To: Anyone who feels
that Hope has Faded...
And Life is a misplaced
series of Hells...
I Too have been cynical,
and Jaded..
(but have found that
Hope exists
within The Self.)
ENDURE...
J.Stephen.H.
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