Buoyant Bullion

The evergreen currency of hope…
Essential when attempting to cope.

It’s the last tender to which we turn;
The smashed piggy-bank or cookie urn.

Its expenditure will never wane.
It purchases sunlight during rain.

It divines a path toward all our goals.
It’s the makeshift ladder in dark holes.

It’s the light that guides us thru the night.
It’s the bright idea that makes it right.

Hope’s the driftwood clung to when drowning.
It is weightless & upends frowning.