For Their Dreams And Expectations

We do what we do,
Until we don't.
It 'will' be declared finished.
Eventually in time.
To be left abandoned.
And this is not the mystery.

The mystery?
Those who don't do,
At someone else's expense.
AND...
Argue about not getting paid enough,
For their dreams and expectations.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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