Sometimes it's the people you go out of your way most to help out, work the hardest to reach out and meet, that seem to be the least appreciative.
I actually wrote a bit of "poetry" about expectations f I may be so bold to call it that.
Expectations are the drag in the room,
The purgatory of a customer service line.
The cancelled flight, an airport plight
The downer, an energy vampire.
The dream will never unfold.
A story cannot be told
When held captive to a fixed page.
Life, made of stardust and light,
Breathes in ebb and flow.