Is it that hard to see
The meaning I try to convey
With each word I say?
I cry through tears
But still you won't hear
Of the future woes,
Being overthrown by the foe,
The gift we should dread
Because tomorrow we'll all be dead-
All falls on deaf ears.
Ears that just won't hear.
If Apollo had this to warn
Would you all still scorn
All the words I've said
To the future dead?
My words have merit - you'll see.
But my reward is apathy.
~from Expectations by Regina Horne Beard
The book trailer for Expectations:
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