End Of The Line


Caution for hopes may easily
Expand themselves interminably
And without astute management
Arrive at that terminal station
Known as disappointment

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on August 11, 2020, in Poetry, Prose With Pretensions and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Or take the branch line to hope

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  2. Seems it’s that astute management that we too often have trouble with….

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