Yeah, it's true . . . most of life is waiting. |
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Waiting For a LifetimeWaiting for a diaper, when things are helplessfor a bottle in the giddy giggling time for my mom to come and tuck me in for my friends, to talk into the dark for my dog, when he was lost and I was scared For puberty and hair, where hair’s supposed to be for adolescence, not knowing what it is for a date, that wouldn’t keep me on the edge for adolescence to get over, will it ever? for someone to tell me it’ll be okay, someday For a job, that’s half as good as Charlie’s for friends to call, finding the phone is off the hook for someone to love, anyone with breasts will do for marriage to take away my loneliness for divorce to take everything that’s left For the end of the month, this one’s been a bitch for the first of the next, to see if things smooth out for the last car payment they never seem to end for the next new car, another payment book for happiness, knowing it’s not a time or place For understanding, the real thing for the real me for quiet time, so I can get a handle on it all for life to explain itself somehow for death, it needs no explanation forever |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |