Disappointment is
Slaving yourself to a system
That no one believes in
Controlled by men
Of inferior intellect
To create a life
That is someone else's dream
And then being remembered
For drinking too much
And being grumpy
But then you make a life
And she is beautiful
After the labour
Her tiny hands on your face
She's full of smiles
It's all worth it
She hums on your shoulder
Every day at 4:30
I'd dare not miss it
It's an appointment