Angry Hope Poem by Dan Uriel

Angry Hope



I lived, so I deserved it,
To associate with the elders,
In whom are angry hopes
They became good wisdom.
I have hard work and light pleasure
Anxiety relieving spirit
Excited me against nothing:
When I speak, many speak to me
With a budding and open world
As a small child with a flowering branchy

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