Out There Poem by *Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^*

Out There



Here i sit day after day, Waiting.
Waiting for a reason, Waiting for a purpous.

I cant promise the world, I cant profess my being.
I fear i have lost my chance, i fear i have taken to much time!

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