(best heard in the voice of Tom Waits)
The mother of all hopes, say why
It is the hope that you won’t die
All your other little hopes
And fears of fortune on the ropes
Are you and mama’s little babies
Raised on could be, might be, maybes
Small, defenseless, toddler hope
Together you, in patches, cope
Do not these puny hopes obscure
The big one? Never speak it, sir
Waits’ voice or not, great piece, Paul
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many thanks!
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