O I no longer put much faith in dreams
They are too lavish and must be controlled.
I have seen too many expectant springs
Mercilessly smothered by fog & rain.
As for hope, it's for Dopey & Dumbo
And their deluded disciples & fans.
As far as I'm concerned these doubtful days.
There are too many cracks in the pavement;
And too many warped phantoms in the machine.
So try cynicism; bin sentiment.
As Woody Allen once acutely quipped:
' I felt much better when I renounced hope! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem