Come in whispers and sighs
Hope is a
Mortgage
In its final year
Regret
Is the third cousin who
Borrows
What he'll never return
Love
Hikes up the corners of the mouth
Like a saggy pair of
Jeans
Promises are lucky pennies
And
To this big potluck
He brings his dish-to-pass
Made with a
Recipe
He wishes not so much to be
Right
As to be kind
