how long are the days
minutes seem weeks
and hours are months
waiting is sheer torture
this I can understand
there must be the bad
for the good to exist
for mediocrity is gray
waiting in the shadow
feeling the chill of it
draining the colors
giving cause for escape
all waiting will end
in time the goal achieved
sun will shine brightly
warm and colorful
from the bland of now
to the dreams of then
with reality catching up
I just hope it lives up to the hype.....
I love this poem!! The perspective you take is is today. You barely remember all the yesterdays. You imagine the future, but all from today.
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