Waiting - Poem by jolenish fiber
Waiting is for dogs,
and standing erect,
full attention and ears perked.
But people do it too.
I wait all the time.
I wait for many things:
I wait for my dreams,
I wait for my movie ticket,
I wait for my pasta to boil,
I wait for my man to come home,
I wait for the rain to stop,
I wait at the stoplight.
Then why is impatience so rampant in me,
when all I do is wait anyhow?
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