Waiting My Turn, In Line Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell
Waiting My Turn, In Line
The hardest part, of being the last,
Having no one left, to remember,
or relate to the past.
Family stories, I heard, so many times,
Forever, now lost treasures, only inside my mind.
No one left to plan, or share, knowing I'll miss the most,
Those who loved me, and cared.
The future now, looks so bland, nothing seems exciting,
When you are the only person, in the plans.
Like A revolving door, I've seen the end of life,
So many times, knowing now, I'm next in line.
Now every moment, of each day, I feel,
I'm just in the waiting room, wasting time.
Tom Maxwell ©
05/08/2019 AD
1: 00AM
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12/21/2025 12:14:08 AM # 1.0.0
Nice poem. I disagree with the message though. If your predecessor left no history doesnt mean its not there. So instead of loafing in the waiting room go find it and make it easier for those coming after you to now sit in the waiting room reading your work