Sunday, August 9, 2009


Waiting for true love to come,

Waiting for a fateful dawn.

Waiting for the phone to ring,

A voice unheard too long.

Awaiting wealth’s false promise

In some exotic land,

A life of ease and luxury,

Of sun, and sea, and sand.

Waiting for rewards postponed,

For gifts and honours earned.

Waiting for a rich return

On wounding lessons learned.

A poet waits his muse’s urge

To express in measured rhyme,

In magic, golden, searing words

To convey a thought sublime.

Waiting, Waiting, Waiting!

Life’s a waiting game.

‘All things come to those who wait.’

What fool said that, for shame!

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