Waiting

Waiting…a tedious task, it is

A pause in unraveling of life’s mysteries

The whole world around seems on hold,

For that next scene of life to unfold,

My destiny, till the new challenge of life.

Ah! This waiting , though momentary, is a great strife.

Be it a moment, a minute, a month, a year

The unknown turns into anticipation and fear,

Of a bleak future, a dark night, a dead end.

And starting all over, with mistakes to mend.

Though, if I look at the brighter side,

It gives me time and dreams, that guide,

My inert senses that had slept while I slogged,

To win the race of men turned dogs.

I have nothing to do, so I can sit and stare,

To those I love, I can show I care.

I can listen to the birds, and not the news in the morning.

I can see the moon changing shape each evening.

I am waiting on the threshold of a new place,

Tomorrow, there will begin another race,

So I’ll sit back and enjoy this pause,

Waiting , after all, is not so gross!

Published by Iris

I'm an aspiring blogger... Experimenting with poetry, fiction and self-help articles.

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