The Waiting Game Poem by Edwina Reizer

The Waiting Game



It seems we wait and wait and wait
for something all our days.
And the time we spend waiting
provides us with delays.

Sometimes what we wait for
is so far out of reach
that the waiting becomes the lesson
that your life is trying to teach.

To wait for the improbable to happen
is called the impossible dream.
Tis it not better to stop the waiting
and stop the inner stream
of frustrating tears that flow each day
because instinctively you know
that the waiting will never disappear.
The waiting will never go.

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Edwina Reizer

Edwina Reizer

LAKEWOOD, NJ
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