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.