Kerouac, tell me what
life has taught you. Over
a glass of whisky and
the swinging lights
of a party, whisper
about the way you'd never stop
hoping endlessly. Let me
sink in the hues of your poetry
and swish in discovery
of life and the pursuit of happiness
over a lifetime.
Let me into the longings
you hold in your jaded heart.
Stop folding away
and teach me though
your words, how to
find my way through
sceptics and pessimistes.

Jack Kerouac, teach me to

never stop hoping.