#370 Waiting Poem by Jimmie Arrington

#370 Waiting



Slowly and slower moves the hour.
Sluggish, languid seems the day.
Waiting, willing with all your power.
Finally it comes, you wish it'd stay,
But quickly it all turns sour
And becomes yesterday.

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Jimmie Arrington

Jimmie Arrington

Phoenix, Arizona
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