We Come To Do What's Done Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

When we come to do what's done,
We leave.
Some do deeds and some don't.
Some live life and some wont.
Some expect to be served.
And some have the nerve to expect it.
While others experience life to adventure.
To explore that which is ignored.
In the hopes that the doing of this,
What is done they do to leave...
Is noticed and eventually accepted as a gift,
By those also finding life to live as precious.