Waiting


Seconds tick on like a metronome of life

Whispering that there is less and less left of it

Here am I waiting waiting waiting

Striving to reach one goal then another then the next

When will this work bear fruit

Or am I missing the fruit already born

The lives already touched

Do I only see the forest

And have no sight of the trees

Listening to the tick of the clock

I learn to live in the seconds

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