Ever sat waiting for someone you are meeting
You’ve planned it your early and awaiting they’re greeting
Yet it’s still some way off and there’s nothing else planned
It’s a strange piece of time and your thinking expands
For now you have time to decide your objective
The advantage is yours as your thoughts are selected
Your laid back and relaxed as you plan your attack
Until someone saying ‘Hi’ and slaps you on the back
Ever sat waiting for someone your meeting
Well they have as well. Oh what were you thinking! !
Copyright © 2009 Ray Feasey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem