Late Comer Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Late Comer



Desert walking, music talking to me in inspiring words,
waiting on another who's always late for everything in
life's expectations.
Fulfilling purposes with delightful tones, keeping them
in deep-set volumes of verse.

Sunday, October 13, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: expectations,music
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