The Waiting Game Poem by Chris Cruz
The Waiting Game
Rating: ★5.0
Time, friend or foe
I ask myself
In solitude, so maddening
In love, so fleeting
Waiting, a double edged sword
I tell myself
Hopeful to see the light
Petrified to realize the truth
A prisoner in time
I resign myself
When? I cautiously asked
Soon? No one knows
Thursday, December 8, 2005
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4/25/2024 2:26:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Patience is a virtue that I am short on. We are all prisoners of time. It never seems to be right - either too much or too little. We run in circles like rats in a maze - bumping our heads into the wall until we decide to go another direction. Couldn't there be an easier way? Good write. Linda