by Marie Tello Phillips
We wait for this, we wait for that,
And nothing's just the same
As what we want, but cannot have,
For life's a waiting game.
When we are tots, we wait to grow,
Perhaps to then win fame,
But when we're grown, we still wait on,
For life's a waiting game.
The ignis-fatuus of life
Is often but a name;
Leaving heartaches far behind —
Prepared to do our chosen work.
Last updated November 04, 2022