I am waiting for my future to come
And I am waiting to be somebody
And I am waiting to see myself age
Beginning to wrinkle
And I am waiting to die
Yet I am waiting to live
And I am waiting
To fulfill my dreams
And I am waiting
I am waiting to open the door
And I am waiting to understand my book
And I am waiting to be satisfied
And I am waiting for people to read it
And I am waiting for someone to love
my book
and never let it go
I am waiting to die
And get away from wildlife
And I am anxiously waiting to see
Somebody
Of Importance
And I am waiting for peace
And I am waiting
Just waiting
Nothing else but waiting
I am waiting for something to happen
In
My
Life
Just patiently waiting to hear
Something
See hope
In continuing to read
And I am waiting for a
Hand
And keep waiting endlessly
I am waiting to find the
Treasure I’ve been looking for
All this time
And I am waiting for someone to
See the treasure
In me
And I am just waiting
And waiting.
Tags: death, Ferlinghetti, love, Poetry, waiting
Sunday, January 27, 2008 at 2:25 pm
In waiting I am seeing that I am not the only one… your poem is so true… I see it all over, the waiting. I have not read the poem that inspired you to write this but this is good, it rings so so true. Thank you.