You’ve met my type before
We have all the confidence
Of a crushed snail
And all the patience
Of a saint
For we know how to wait
For all the things
That never come
We hold onto hope
Like a life vest
But hope gives out
And we sink to
The bottom
To become just
Another seashell
Dearest Mr Diamond
Hope comes each day with the rising sun...... Be well Be happy friend
©bishu