Sitting Still Poem by Jim French
Sitting Still
Sitting still
Waiting for the clock
To smash through the tock
that seems to take forever
Sitting still
waiting for the light
To break from amber to green
that seems always on red
Standing again
ready to stride
to the window
looking for you
for countless times
Sitting, still waiting
straining to hear
your approach
never arriving
as before again
never learning
aways hoping
tick
tock
sitting still.
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4/30/2024 8:37:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Masterpiece......mind consuming.....