EXPECTATIONS

Expectations placed on me seem all too high

So on us is placed a great and difficult load

And I think at times that they are far too heavy.

But deeply to you they never last

It has been this way over all my years

Asking more of me than I am, can ever be,

Is it my fault ? for I do not always try

Treading a path undemanding but unaware

Is it, has it been, always like this?

It surely has been for me,

Are we those who wander unthinking

Asking little, giving less, from the beginning of time?

Perhaps I try to meet that demand

I think I do, But I follow a path that does not ask,

Nothing. Nor does it create an asking

Rolling; seeking happiness, one or two, never expecting

And your regrets are always there

Readily given; too readily, for they are the deep you

I say it; But they do paper over

any a deepening crack, for I know you mean them .