Everything expected;
All the world's noise and din
Have left me unaffected.
My mother's words, my father's face,
From then, and even now,
Have always, for me, set the pace
That feelings would allow.
I try and wonder all the time
When it all will end,
When I can become all mine,
All myself will mend.
Starting then and everlasting,
Perfection is a word
That always carries for me a sting
That I must strive toward.
I try my best, but even that
Is sometimes not enough,
For everywhere that I have sat
Is made forever rough.
From childhood's hour, I have been
Everything expected,
All the world's noise and din
Have left me unaffected...