Those Expectations Poem by James McLain

Those expectations, 'Occasionally.
we of the people that are you.
Wait, 'yes thus we wait, for
each that life's it's remainder.
Directly is the wind all around you.
Everyone we could see, seeing naught
cannot we meet.
Those expectations,
always and you are almost disappointed,
but you are not.
Wouldn't We release it,
if it is that of your each.
None are exactly that, still but you are
the people are whom,
rather than making that is, it is possible it is good?
Are you not?
Then are we therein of each,
Because there is,
it is you and can each meet to those - All beauties of the merit
where we take up the joy and we and beings
and your binding souls you/we, ourselves
all our defects which all can see now.
We are less crowned and when released
and make the edge smooth
less sharp and when putting, whom on the stand
which carves those of our each necessity
and because it is agreeable to the eye to crave what is beauty
by drawing up visions, the new curve here and here and there,
as for us it is not at all impossible,
to meet to the substantial person under our/your works.
Everything which is we of the sea is 'Gods hallucination
which we from he drew up from.
As for each that person' It if him/her you would it deny?
Identity of the substance of jars of clay, is familial impolite.