Waiting To Live, Living To Wait

Waiting I am,

For this glum moment to pass,

Into a moment I could actually feel

The heaviness of a past

And rejoice its absence…

Waiting I am,

For this joyous time to pass,

Into a time when I could actually feel

The happiness of a past

Conspicuous by n cos of its absence…

Waiting I am,

For these tears to dry,

A time, when I could laugh over it

Shy and mature…

Waiting I am,

For these smiles to straighten

A time, when I could shed tears

Over the great times gone

Emotional and immature…

When the wait ends

Is when I would actually live..

But the wait ends

When I cease to..

So Lord,

Keep me waiting,

Keep me smiling, crying

Keep me happy, gloomy

Keep me busy

So that I don’t realize I am waiting…