Waiting Poem by David Harris

Waiting



Life is full of waiting
no matter where you are;
you queue for hours
seemingly getting nowhere
waiting for your turn to fall.
The more you wait,
the more frustrated you get.
You feel your wasting you life
in queues always waiting.


8 July 2011

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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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