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Great Expectations
Though our bodies bend and break beneath it.
We bear this, our burden, ungrudgingly.
This crushing mass, ever growing, dead weight.
It robs us of our lives and hopes. Slowly.
It bends our will, so willingly we bear,
Our growing dooms upon us, in despair
And when we can no longer lift our share,
We fall cursing and are damned by all.
This load, this burden, this task of reason.
Is at best unreasonable.
For the crushing burden we all carry,
Alone on the long trek to our cold graves
And perhaps beyond,
Is the burden of our own expectations.
And pity the man who must carry the expectations of others!
