I wonder now that my work is nearly done
Of times when I thought that the day was won
But then some have their dreams broken as transpired
And the outcome for them was more than a little mired
I see the hopelessness in their eyes as we drive away
They will sometimes beg of you to do more and stay
But your duty has ended and you know you can't do more
You leave even when they say stay in their implore
You may want to do more but you know it can't be
Sometimes everything you do is not enough you see
And you can't sleep because it plays on your mind
When you have to know it will not be kind.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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