I was thinking one morning how hard and frustrating it is to wait. People have always told me to be more patient and that always made it worse, especially when they were in charge of the situation of waiting. Sometimes the situations were not important to others but they were for me. then we want to become adults so quickly so that we can be in charge and never have to wait, then we do and find out there are still others who stop us from completing these situations. And there are no answers.
Born a cold hearted death
of waiting…
Waiting to be born
seeking the end
only to find that there was more to come.
The arrival wasn’t the stipend
as I earned no money.
Waiting on others to bring us through
over and over we long to be done.
They never picked us up
to receive what we had planned to receive!
the North Pole never showed up,
it never filled me with glee.
Wasn’t the North Pole in charge?
Wasn’t it supposed to come in on that barge
from the sea?
What do YOU see?
It starts with the letter ‘C’
and what about me?
I thought my time had come
Born a cold hearted death, that is what it is
this waiting on others…
waiting to be patient
waiting for them to see me
Born a cold hearted death
oh, why can’t you stay?
I’ll go so you won’t have to go away.
It’s my turn anyway.
By Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art
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