Expectations
As a practical child,
none in my acquaintance would have said,
“She’s a dreamer.”
dreams mean little,
so I made plans and accomplished what was needful.
As an obedient young adult,
it seemed that my future
was on track,
like a train,
keeping to its predetermined time card (word for train schedule?).
As a well-intentioned adult,
I watch good plans crumble before me.
Was I not diligent?
Where did I waver?
Why is reality so very different from my expectations?
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