On Expectation

The world is not a simple thing,

A place which has no cares,

It flows and twists and turns and moves,

With life it longs to share.

The wind can howl,

And tear down trees,

Or gently blow,

A loving breeze,

The waves can beckon,

And kiss the shore,

Or send ships sinking,

To the ocean floor,

The sun can shine,

With a gentle heat,

Or burn the faces,

Of those you meet,

A heart can be broken,

A heart can be shy,

A heart can be cold,

A heart can be kind,

The world is not a simple thing,

It changes every day,

One mustn't grumble at its faults,

But love it anyway.