Just a lad of seven
Sitting
next to the street
Just a lad hoping
for joy
listening to his heartbeat
Patience he has
as he waits
on the street
Dreaming of future
Listening
to his heartbeat
"Come inside he's not coming!"
Just a little
more time
I won't be deprived
Just a little
more time
I'm sure he'll arrive
Something is wrong
he's delayed
I fear
Something is wrong
I'm sure
he'll be here
" Please come inside he's not going to come!"
I've waited
all day
into the evening
I've watched
all the cars
and surely not leaving
I know that he'll come
at any
time
I know that he'll come
I've committed
no crime
"It's Dark Outside, please come in!"
I reluctantly move
as I walk
towards the door
I reluctantly move
but it seems
such a chore
Now by the phone
I wait
for the ring
Now by the phone
I whisper
but sing
'Love Me Dad'
- Author: spiritnow ( Offline)
- Published: October 21st, 2022 10:20
- Comment from author about the poem: This was written in 1997. I labeled it as sad but it is also a reflection (recall of the past)
- Category: Sad
- Views: 5
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