Joy and Hope

Joy calls
She needs help she pleads
And I answer
Where and when
I do not bother
About why
I could be unethical
For my left hand
Must learn to give
Without my right
Hand knowing

And Hope comes next
Waiting at the Capitol
What a coincidence
She likes a hitch ride too
She needs help
Her heart is broken
And need immediate repair

I have this flashy car
With space enough for two
Or more

How can a man
Sane still
Refuse to give the best
Ride for lovely lonely women
Like them?

To err is human
But to make love is divine

And so I’ll go
What happens next
I will not tell you

Wait! My cell phone is ringing
It is Charity again calling!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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