Jennie Scheihing - Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

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I am always waiting Waiting for everything Waiting, waiting, waiting For anyone, anything. I wait for the sun to rise each morning And to set again that night For dark to come from daytime Then turn back into light For leaves to grown each summer Then be killed be winter snow For flowers to arrive from nothing To form a multicolored show I wait for people to return, And maybe come back home For them to run away again And for me to be left alone For days to creep by slowly Taking another step toward death And the nights to turn much blacker Forming one less final breath. I am always waiting Waiting for everything Waiting, waiting, waiting For anyone, anything. Jennie Scheihing poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-waiting-waiting/