Another attempt at better poetry. . . (and to think I used to hate writing it)

Acceptance

The deepest wish of men

is said

To love and be loved

until you're dead.

Acceptance is the key,

that others will withhold.

The thing we yearn for,

The dream that is never old.

We try our best,

work hard,

slave,

And yet they still find something wrong.

To yell about and harp upon.

The irony is,

that is how I'll die:

Never right in their eye.