Froth the land of the heat
Where the sun and land meet
Comes a family of eight
The new year to celebrate.
But it takes them so long
I hope nothing’s wrong.
Their arrival I”m anticipating
But until then, i’m just waiting.
I don’t wait for a sign;
I’ve had plenty of those.
I’m not waiting for options;
I already chose.
I stopped waiting for highs;
I now savor the lows.
I’m waiting for nothing—
but to see where this goes.
Waiting is really a bore
And it makes me want to snore
When i’m sitting by the windowsill
Waiting for my authentic thrill
Of Harry Potter wand, Ink wells
Stick on scars and a book of spells.
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Lunch Time
For the fourth time this hour
I scan the limited shelves.
I feel I only must wait
to find that overlooked victual.
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Froth the land of the heat
Where the sun and land meet
Comes a family of eight
The new year to celebrate.
But it takes them so long
I hope nothing’s wrong.
Their arrival I”m anticipating
But until then, i’m just waiting.
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I don’t wait for a sign;
I’ve had plenty of those.
I’m not waiting for options;
I already chose.
I stopped waiting for highs;
I now savor the lows.
I’m waiting for nothing—
but to see where this goes.
Like or Dislike:
+1
Waiting is really a bore
And it makes me want to snore
When i’m sitting by the windowsill
Waiting for my authentic thrill
Of Harry Potter wand, Ink wells
Stick on scars and a book of spells.
amen
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