Misfortune in store for me
The cookie that cares
The cookie that shares
Oh we must find hope somewhere
But where do you find your hope, which is oh so rare
Do you find it in the air ,
Those squinted eyes with a truthful stare
Oh we must find hope somewhere
Will I look into the sky and see your shinning eyes
And watch as paper falls from above
As you hold them all in your batting glove
But no cookies come with care
They share their hope they found somewhere
Oh we put our trust in sugary despair
And we think not of prayer
We act on luck so unaware
So I’ll find my hope elsewhere
This poem is about:
Me