What of disappointment,

What of disappointment,

How does it fair

Has it a home

With you.

Do you welcome it in,

Let it push its feet

Under the table,

Do you give it house room,

Let it sleep in the best bed

The one at the front

With a view across the bay

An outlook to die for

So it said,

In the brochure,

Before you gave it away,

As if it were yours

To give,

Without even a fight.

Do you now,

Live in its shadow,

Tend its every need,

Worship at its feet,

Wish it was in its grave,

Along with you,

And the failures,

As well as the successful,

The happily content.

The malcontents and miscreants,

The quiet and noisy,

The pious

And greedy.

Those who snuffle

For truffles

And live in the trough,

With heads in nosebags

Stuffed full of seed,

Who you secretly admire

For having the nerve

To go for what they want

Instead of settling

For less than they find.

Do you wear it

Like a vestment.

A papal gift.

And carry it wherever

It wants to go.

Does it bend your back

With the effort

Do you wear it like a glove.

Does it slip over your

Head in a jaunty fashion,

A broken tiara,

A barbed wire crown,

Worn more out of habit

Than demand.

As you run out

Of strength

Do you struggle

With the notion

To cast it off.

Or is acceptance still

For you

The best option,

As fresh faced expectation

Took its leave

Many years ago.