Garlands of Hope



	Our private thoughts in a crowded room

	Our private thoughts

	Are private no longer

	And together in a crowded

	room

	We feel sheltered from

	the terror in voices

	and the misery that

	bedecks each set

	of eyes

	As the owners feign a

	smile

	We

	(Together)

	can point out the few

	who, with garlands of hope

	hung about them

	Sway in the crowded room

	to a faraway flute....

	

		Jerrie		



 

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