Hope - new version

Here is a rhyming version of 'Hope is the thing with barbs', enjoy.

Hope is the thing with barbs
That flashes near the beach,
Which Shines of Silver– Glitters of Gold
Never quite in reach,

And luring when all is calm;
And never giving peace
That could relax the weathered soul
Thats problems willn’t cease.

But when the trap is sprung;
And I take the bait,
Then my fate is set,
And barbs don’t abate.

-Ankhwatcher