Sitting alone on a park bench
She absentmindedly feeds bread
To the birds on the ground
Crowding around her feet
She is wondering why she
Is sitting here all alone
When she should be
With somebody
Wondering what it is
That keeps her from
Finally finding the
Love of her life
Remembering the time
She had so high hopes
Only to see opportunities
Fade away
To be abandoned to
A life of loneliness
Sitting on park benches
Feeding the birds
They say hope never dies
But they don’t tell you
How hard it is to live
With nothing but hope
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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Hope is a sword that is drawn at the cost of one's own blood. True indeed.
Incredibly well said Nicholas! Thank you.
With pleasure.
maybe she loved the birds. don't want to up one on you. (I hope) she finds someone she could love.
Paul, thanks! I am sure she loved the birds, that imaginary person of mine, and I agree that it would be nice if she could find an imaginary lover.
imagine ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
wonderful!
Its a good thing to have hope in your life but a bad thing if hope becomes your life. There are many things us hopefuls can do as well as hope. Like following your example of excellent writing.
Thank you burning-embers, you are a little (a lot) over the top regarding my writing, but greedy as I am, I gladly accept your comment! 🙂
Good poem and a powerful last line, Fred! A home run! I love it when a poem has a killer ending such as this.
Thanks so much Louis, you are too kind. Me too I love "killer endings", try a lot, succeed only seldom. What I really like is when the ending is not a foregone conclusion, but something totally unexpected.
And next to hope I would place the need (for many of us) to have a companion in life. Loneliness I guess more often than not goes hand in hand with hope. A very telling write.
Thank you Michael. You are right, where there is loneliness, there is usually also hope for change. But hope is passive, in order to initiate change one has to take action. But what, if there is no result? Eventually, all one is left with is hope. (This is all hypothetical!)
Another very good work Fred.
Like this one very much
Ahh, P.H., I think we might have to stop throwing compliments at each other, but I do appreciate it, earned or not.
Well illustrated.
Thanks so much Augustus!
Super write, that feeling of hope showing up as hopelessness.
Goldfinch, you are right, I guess that if you have hope for a long time and nothing happens, that hope turns to hopelessness. Good comment, thanks!
We have here more than hope because we can write and send messages. To DS/KS if I was your neyghbor I would visit you and your horse and we could laugh together because I laugh by myself reading your comments. You have more than hope because you have good humor. Thanks Fred. Very nice write indeed.
Yes Malu, this forum with all these wonderful writers and related souls does help. I for one am grateful to all of you.
Yes Fred, me too.
Interesting poem and moral. Gives thoughts to anyone reading this that can relate. Tyfs!
Thank you Cyprian! It is all the comments from you fellow writers that make this forum so much fun and educational.
You're most welcome Fred! Affirmative.
This poem says so much. Hope gradually dwindles with every disappointment and becomes very difficult to maintain. Especially if, like you said in your comment, action has been taken and there is still no result. Good stuff.
Mahalo for your kind comment Rita. There is something fascinating about hope. It can pull us forward all excited or it can leave us behind, completely devastated.
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