I Want To Be There Poem by Wilfred Mellers

I Want To Be There
Wilfred Charles Mellers, Sunday, September 2,2012

I sit patiently waiting my turn
Colors turn blue, red, and too auburn
Crave, not sights western
My spicy Thai I still yearn

Hands reaching out to the sky
Comments posted still I try
Checked message while I sigh
Toil sought not in ample supply

With joy, I once had a love affair
Blank pages I do now stare
A cumbersome leer I still wear
Not a shilling I can even spare

Bound now to my armchair
Waiting for something to take me there
Here smile none can compare
So I give a little prayer

Thoughts sometimes of despair
Nights end without fanfare
Dwelling on places elsewhere
For life sometimes seems unfair

Forth I went to prepare
Essences of lavender fill the air
For here I just don't care
Wherever you are I want to be there