The Way And Weight Of When We Wait Poem by Charles Monroe

I'll tell you why I'm up this evening late
With Words we wait with will while Woman's out
Perfumed and groomed and waiting for a date
That kept me watching every digit's count.

Waiting writing words and feeling lousy
The webs we've woven wicked we'll unwind
Eyes are dimly, gently seeming drowsy
While wondering will waiting waste my time'

Wait, I think the wait is finally ending
Oh yes, she tells me, she is on her way
Guess I'm going back to feeling sexy
So this concludes my entry for today.

So if one day your date is running late,
For your own sake I hope she's worth the wait.