I wonder now that my work is nearly done
Of those times when I thought that the day was won
When others broken dreams have transpired
And the outcome for some was more than mired
Do I see the loneliness of them as we drive away?
When they want to beg of you to do more and stay
Where does the duty you know is yours
End and you leave it as for them it implores
You to do more but you know it can't be
Sometimes everything you do is not enough to see
And you can't sleep because it plays in your mind
When you have to do your duty to do which may not be kind.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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