Waiting

While I Sit Here Waiting

Waiting is a friend of mine, I know him all to well

For as I sit with him, by and by, he weaves his somber spell.

I wait for the leaves of the trees to change color and wither away

I welcome the coming of night and the dawning of each new day.

I sit and wait for the time when my ideas will blossom and bloom

I wait patiently to be applauded just by entering a room.

I wait anxiously for new opportunities and promises of things to come

Yet as I wait I never cease to forget the beating of the drum.

I know time is a precious gift that should be treasured each day

But alas, how slowly time drags on when he is gone away.

I wait for my love until he makes his way back home

Because without the hope of love, life isn’t the same alone.

So until that day passes me by I am content to wait here

Imagining the changes that will occur within the coming year.