Waiting Game Poem by Ben Bergeth

Waiting Game



Oh the waiting game
and its dastardly fame.
Watching the clock is tough
when the seconds don't pass fast enough.

We wait in line.
We wait to dine.
It's a major pain
to keep one's self still sane.

Well patience is running thin.
Is to explode such a sin?
No! Sometimes we must let it out
instead of letting it all lie around and sit about.

Now anxiety will soon flee
from me to you and you to me.
All that worry and stress is off your chest,
it's best to take a rest.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
ellie carpenter 23 June 2010

this is a very good poem i really liked! i enjoyed it! keep writing and ill keep reading love ya xoxoxox ellie

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Ben Bergeth

Ben Bergeth

Las Vegas
Close
Error Success