Treasure Island

Frederick J.B. Moore II

(July 7,1998)

waiting for Autumn

Autumn is a time of province
Of joy and new life meaning
a time when the impossible
is possible a perfect time for love

And so I wait for you
Wait for Autumn to come
So the world can have a different shade

I wait for you
as the leaves pile at my feet
And the sands of time slow
as you walk to me

I wait for you
Wait for Autumn to come
so can tell you
How I've always felt

I doubt you'll ever show
So im still waiting here
Even though I doubt you'll show
My heart is stuck to you
I wait for my dreams to come

Having you is my dream, my wish
which is why I still wait
For I know it could happen
So I sit waiting for Autumn

Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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  • Anna Garland (7/23/2014 5:51:00 PM)

    What a nice picture is painted here. It's funny how it's sort of similar to my poem in the waiting room and then in a way similar to Dr Seuss story about waiting. Waiting, what an interesting in-between time, and such an interesting theme! (Report) Reply

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