It is what we do with much of our lives.
Don’t you think we should put some attention into doing it well?

Waiting for reports, waiting for results, waiting for news to arrive
Waiting for the baby, waiting for the school bus,
waiting to learn if a friend will survive
Waiting again for the phone to ring, for the buzzer to chime,
for it to be time

Waiting I say, for life to begin
Or to end, it is all the same….
If we know how to wait, not resigned to our fate, we can win while we wait, enjoying the game.

Life’s a journey my friend, to an uncertain end, and it’s not all wrapped up on the last page.
We can worry and fret, while we wait, but I bet if we do, we’ll be empty in old age.
So I’ll think while I wait, not resigned to my fate, always open to see what surprises
Might be waiting for me, it’s exciting you see; and my worries are only surmises.

Yes, we often must wait, but if we can create, we can more wisely fill in the time,
Giving all things their due, but enjoying the view, making rhythm and then making rhyme.

About therevr

A human being, striving to become more so.

Posted on June 22, 2013, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Why is there hip hop on your post? It seems to fit somehow– while waiting, write rap?

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