HOPE
Just when I had made my today
Secure with safe yesterdays
I see tomorrow coming with its pale
glass star called hope.
It shatters on impact
And falls like splinters on cruel rain
And I see the red oil of life
running from my wrist
onto tomorrow's headlines.
Woy Woy, New South Wales
December 1971
Hidden Words
Spike Milligan
Published 1997
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