Hope Never Rests

While looking for a bridge

  to cross over tonight



Connecting time honored values
  to internet blight

I thought and I pondered,
  as I surfed on the net

But the things that it offers

  are sadly abject


Where is the laughter,
  the thrill of the chase



Through forest and meadow,
  with all of your mates


Gone is the connection,
  looking eye into eye


Replaced now with distance,
  and its virtual lie

The children are programmed,
  their bits and their bytes

With screens the new playgrounds,
  their couches—their life


Where all of this leads,
  I’m fearful to know

As I look for that bridge,
  where our youth can still go

To return from the chaos,
  to a welcoming time


Where friendships were made,
  in a tree you just climbed


But the harder I search,
  the dimmer it gets


Quicksand reinvented,
 their souls it collects



Though cards stack against me,
  I remain on my quest


The young are still worth it,
 —and hope never rests

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
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Kurt Philip Behm

Longtime writer with twelve books in publication. Three of them Poetry. : The Death Of The Playground : The Sword Of Ichiban : Searching For Crazy Horse : Darkening Sun : An Anthology Of Perception-Vol's 1 & 2 : After Midnight : Sammy And Bumpers : The Fall City Mandate : Revenge Along The War Trail : Death from The Sky more…

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