Hope

Time has made me a realist 

But I miss that part of me that was a dreamer 

I have to keep that part of me alive with in my son 

To not let his heart become hardened by the world 

Which has some cruelly with in its nature 

Some loaded competition where the outcome was decided before you sat at the table 

Daylight robbery and bad faith 

But also wonder 

Kindest and lack of malice and best of all hope 

A small flame which lives within all of us 

Who call our selves realists

But have not forgotten love

Merely been jarred by experience 

And aged by bad faith 

Yet still remember what it was to be young