People are waiting
Wait to live
Wait to die
Wait to have the strength to forgive
Wait to have the peace on the bed they lie
Wait to love
Wait to hate
Wait to see the beauty of life
Wait to believe that the end Is their fate
Wait to forget
Wait to remember
Wait to have the power to regret
Wait to smell again the one’s blender
Wait to care
Wait to let go
Wait for a moment with others to share
Wait to find the perfect way to go
People are waiting for many things they would have in a day
But I am not like all of these people I am different
Because I am waiting for a thing I wont have in a day
I am waiting for you my love
Which is a thing I will never have
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Because I am waiting for a thing I wont have in a day..................wanderful imagery of love waiting for the moment truth still to born.........lovely poem, i like it, well penned, thanks for sharing