Wait?

Wait?

By Anna

Like a snail on a train track

Any minute your house might crack

Like listening to a witness of Jehovah

You tell them you know God

Then wonder when their preaching will be over.

Like waiting with agony

For your Mom to close the door

You know the one

With the thread tied to your loose tooth, the other to the knob

You try to bargain on the pain

“No more Baby Ruths, God!”

Waiting seems to be a part of

The stages of life.

Waiting for the bus

The train,

The job

The car

The wife.

Waiting for that big break

The medical report

The engagement ring

The time to sing.

Experience the rose

Its scented intensity.

Check out how the petals don´t last

But the “thorns” are greedy…

These “dudes” don´t fade

Penetrate through the winter snow.

Be right there with the summer breeze flow.

But “dudes” still have to wait

For the actualization of the rose

Cos without the rose

They are just the thorns

Pranced to prick and bring blood

Typical studs, disguised as buds.

Instead of waiting

Better to participate

Enjoy that chocolate

Make that date.

Sip that wine

Call that friend

Make the wait end

Not til´ next time.

Yin it and yang it

 Sing it  and sang it

Bling it and blang it

Twing it and twang it!

Nuff of the waitin´

Anticipatin´

Move and shake it

Now´s the time to make it!

Go with the flow

It just be so.

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About whenquiet

A child of God, opinionated, survivor, eloquent, elegant, exquisite, and humble, loving life and shining light to those who are in the shadow.
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