Waiting Our Turn Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell
Waiting Our Turn
As you feel the uncontrollable tears,
Fall from your bloodshot eyes,
A feeling of numbness, clings to you inside.
Waiting your turn, never knowing, the day, year, or why,
Standing in a trance, as the funeral procession, passes you by.
Each of those tears, that you wipe away,
Some sad, others happy, just like each day,
As we journey through, this life's stay.
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