The wait
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

Sitting at a cafe stand
With a writing pad in my hand
My mind raised a pertinent question
To use my discretion
Don’t we all keep waiting
For the next time, for the next prime
For the next call, for the next thrall
For the next meeting, for the next greeting
For the next day, for the next affray
For the next date, for the next mate
For the next rain, for the next train
One thing or the other
Adds to our bother
Through turns and bends
Life ends but the wait never ends

