Grudgingly awaiting a new day, wondering what it will hold,
yet not wanting to know.
Holding everything in, hating existence for now, watching
closely to see if any changes will occur.
Crossing slowly over into a sedate sort of time, realizing
nothing is being depicted for what it really is and life
pivots, turning in upon itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time comes with its own rewards irrespective of our estimates and perceptions.......RoseAnn......a nice poem with insights