Faults Remain

a mistake was made but corrected quick,
while the body was exhausted and sick,
but still the job was done with enough time,
while still treated as if it was a crime,
shaking hands and sweating beads,
serving forever in others needs,
if they happy then another happy too,
this is known only by select few,
going home and collapsing in a bed,
thinking it would be better to be dead,
another day comes and goes,
as pressures build and anger grows,
nothing comes but a small satisfied day,
maybe this is the curse that will stay,
these moments all mean nothing last,
as they were all thousands of years in the past.