They enter our lives with oh so much to give. (well?)
Yet all they do is take.
Far from pertinent they consume our hearts.
Stealing moments we should only be giving to the deserved.
We never see it there until after the fact, and we await all the I told you so's,

But hope I have to have I'm sure she out there,
She has to be,
Or is this it ?
A miserable existence?
Amounting to what?
Work, work,work
And loneliness till expiration of existence lures?
Oh she has to be!