Wait. Wait. Wait Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

These times are speeding along so fast,
Many caught up in the repeating...
In the same routines and familiar tasks,
Remain unconscious of that which has...
From them long gone to have passed.

Impossible it is to catch up to a train,
That slowly begins to move away...
And 'all aboard' settle to sit in seats picked.
To leave anyone behind refusing to rid,
The waste of excess baggage carried.

And waiting too long,
With an indecisive mind that rushes in haste...
Dismissing the hints and clues to seriously take.
Although seen furiously looking for tickets,
Purchased months before with intent to be prepared...
People like this show no signs of paying attention,
Of that which from them has left to permanently go...
To leave believing they are going somewhere.

'Wait. Wait. Wait...
I've got them here.
Just give me a few more minutes,
I'm sure they will appear.'

These times are speeding along so fast,
Many caught up in the repeating...
In the same routines and familiar tasks,
'Assume' their excess baggage carried and dragged...
Should delay those who live to stay prepared.

'Wait. Wait. Wait.
Just give me a few more minutes.
Excuse me.
I've discovered I'm a few seconds late.
Do you mind chasing that train to see if it will stop? '

~How often have you done this before?
To be ignored? ~

'Wait. Wait. Wait...
I can prove I have tickets.
I've got them here,
Somewhere.'