Eyes are starring now through an opened window, <br />Where once a white pigeon used to find shelter… <br />Now your look is so sad just like a lonely widow, <br />Remembering times when you were so healthier… <br /> <br />Now you’re helpless in your unhealthy state, <br />Praying to God, to send you a spiritual mate, <br />Who can ease your pains by a nice song sung? <br />Who’s ready to exchange your pathologic lung…? <br /> <br />Upon the horizon where your glance is now stuck, <br />You draw Heaven’s gate and its door you knock, <br />But angels calm you down; your time hasn’t come yet, <br />Keep the hopes high; you’ll be free and about all forget… <br /> <br />Look again to the sky from your window sill, <br />Couple of eyes are there watching you still, <br />He’s a real friend suffering from deep inside, <br />His tears are clearly seen; he has nothing to hide… <br /> <br /> <br />Your fever will soon fade away like a setting sun, <br />You’ll run again, and with friends you’ll have fun, <br />You’ll hug the tree once you scratched on its bulk, <br />Two letters in eternal friendship now they are sunk…<br /><br />jimmy zepp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-hopes-7/
