Still standing in the queue,
And not known,
when my chance would come.
I watch faces.
And their movements,
And their reactions,
And their sadness.
I see tears,
And their happiness,
And their excitement,
And their fears.
I hold my breath,
As my chance could come, any time.
I've done a lot for this,
I've faith and patience.
Hope is the engine of a train that keeps it moving, whether slow or fast, moving towards the destination. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm...patience is probably one of the best virtues to have! Hold onto it and treasure it! Nice poem!