Waiting Poem by Paul Reed

When the time arrives

As it will eventually do

Don't wish me any other lives

Or the sky more blue;



Just let the blood run cold

Let the dust gradually settle

Let the shine fade from the gold

The stinging from the nettle;



For when the day is finally ending

Let it do so in it's own time

For the bough under the fruit is bending

The verses have lost their rhyme;



Please watch the light slowly fade

As a sunset behind the hill

Let the last card be played

When I have had my fill;



Don't cry and rush me anywhere

Just leave ajar the open door

And I will be waiting there

So we can meet once more.