Waiting Poem by Maddy Jones
Waiting
Every night, and every day,
Theres a man who waits to die,
Frail and thin, wrinkled and gray,
The waiting feels heavy to sigh,
Too slow to die, too slow to live,
Waiting for his time to end,
Only hugs, has he left to give,
For as long as time will lend,
He's too tired to continue,
In misery and such pain,
But he keeps on waiting,
No release yet to gain,
He cries with his plight,
But with tears that are gone,
Theres no more to fight,
How long? Oh how long?
Only hugs, has he left to give, For as long as time will lend, .finally it is love tht counts......... our ability to love and to receive love remains with us till the end.......waiting. death... a fine poem. thank u dear poet. tony
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4/18/2024 5:12:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A refined poetic imagination, Maddy J. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.