Abandon Flip: Limericked Lines on Folly’s Fines
Abandon hope, ye freshlyfooled,
By myst’ry numbed and
ridiculed.
Before the dawn was
yet delayed,
The hand was dealt.
The game was played.
Alas, by scorn you
have been schooled.
Although you may have
been misled,
Refresh yourself with
truth instead.
Sad lemons pucker, yet
bring cheer,
Restoring balance, hope
sincere.
It isn’t always in
your head.
Though halting
feelings flicker by
To banish each elated
cry,
Within the heart, joy
may deploy.
An April Fool may
hear, “Good boy.”
The day is young yet.
Fortify!
The burro rests. The wine
is poured.
The bread is broken,
weapons stored.
Abandoned hope refills
the fool.
Tomorrow is a lot
less cruel.
Endurance is its own
reward.
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson
This poem was posted for the April A to Z Blogging Challenge
and National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) and incorporating these blog
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