Patience is a virtue so they say
For good things wait until the day
But can you wait too long indeed
If your waiting is to fulfill a need
I found a girl across the sea
Who promised she would wait for me
I waited to hear from her everyday
Though I was far, far, far away
I watch the phone and clock on the wall
Just waiting for my love to call
It felt at times like time stood still
But she had not forgotten and call she will
But her life and times are set apart
Three hours behind, her in day, me in dark
We said soon I would come to live together
No more waiting time ours now and forever
But being together in all things can't be
So back to the waiting in short term you see
For there are things she must do every day
Without you although you are not far away
There is not much to do while she colors her hair
Or sees the technician who makes her nails fair
Sometimes you wait alone in the car
Bored and lonely though you know she's not far
Patience is the name of the game
From frustration and anger you should refrain
For it's not the quantity but the quality of time
That should be cherished with this new love of mine.
- Author: Tappy (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 2nd, 2024 06:19
- Comment from author about the poem: My relationship started online and then after we spent a month together we decided to make it a permanent thing but it was another six months before I could return. The wait was interminable, and due to the time difference I was often up late at night waiting for her call. I imagine how different it would be when we were together, alas life is not like that. I found myself waiting again and again but I eventually came to realise that I could do other things rather then just wait and I wasn’t missing out on anything because it is the quality of your time together not the quantity that counts. That what the poem is all about, waiting.
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