A poem on waiting.

From the time we first open our eyes, there is an example before us

We watch, we observe, we smile, and we fuss

And we grow fixated on foreign unity

Knowing that one day, that is the place we will be

So we wait.

 

The marks by the door grow ever higher

and youthfulness burns like a hungry fire

so we are satisfied with our singleness as it surrounds

listening to cousins and friends exchanged vows that they gave to be profound 

So we wait.

 

All around us is a season of change

And it will never ever remain the same

Except we remain the same not playing the game

of love and marriage for the time is lame

So we wait.

 

And waiting is always worth it

like a hot stove, green banana, or trying to know when to quit

so let this ripen if it shall be

but only God can know and see

So we wait.

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