Still Hope
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008


Is there still hope
For an old soul like me?
Who wakes up at four
To watch telletubbies

Then spends the whole day
Watching TV
Seeing obscene sceens
On the blaring screen

Is there still hope
For a foamed bloak like me?
Who lives just to give
Out of generosity

Spending all the days
Letting them pass by
Sitting on the ground
Staring at the sky

Is there still hope?
I was caged once upon a time
But now, I am