"Expectations" Inspired by Miss Wilton’s Waltz:

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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