Hope club

when everything has failed we still have hope

After the party most people
Left the room leaving only the gloom
to saunter home though the night air
only a few friends remained
still sitting on the floor.

Hope club is like the last guests
at a twilight party
they are the misgiving of perfectionists
drawing particular attention
to exact reality.

With the lights turned low
the candles of excitement diminished
to a small flame
the influence of happiness is extinguished
and nothing left to gain.

Hope the only incense of sweet company
turning to strings of ash
Loneliness portrayal of sympathy
Capture the changing mood
Flickering shadows in the wine glass.

Moving gently into the good night,
somewhere towards the end of life
Disconsolate, lonely and feather-light
Hope to grow old and face death
Alone with patronizing strife.