Waiting

FredPeyer

I am waiting, oh am I waiting

And have been for a long time

For some wondrous sign

Showing me clearly the

Direction of my life

Handwringing, worrying constantly

Of missing the sign by a heart beat

Blissfully unaware that by

Always waiting I am

Not living

 

There may never be a sign

I may have waited for naught

Languishing in the desert

Of false hopes and expectations

Squandering all chances of

Living up to my potential

Searching for meaning like a

Shriveled plant searches for water

Looking in all the wrong places

Finding nothing

 

Until one day I recognize the sign

And my waiting is over, OR

I finally come to my senses

Abandon my quest and my waiting

Regard my life with newly opened eyes

Throw away the old inhibitions

Venture boldly into foreign territory

Embrace change and adventure

Free myself from self-inflicted shackles

And finally start to live

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 30th, 2017 03:38
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 92
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  • Fay Slimm.

    I can relate to this verse and its lesson in the futility that sheer waiting can bring Fred - those final lines speak wisely of the freedom experienced when "self-inflicted shackles" are lifted.

    • FredPeyer

      Faye, I wrote this seeing in my mind people who are afraid, afraid of opening themselves, afraid of going out there and experiencing life, waiting for the perfect moment. But as we all know, that perfect moment probably will never come. Thank you for your comment, love your poems!

    • Renzi

      To live, not only survive. LIVE 🙂 When you think about this life, world, yourself. You are actually capable of anything and that's amazing. Mindblowing. Its the hard part putting those thoughts into actions. I'm rooting fo you 🙂

      • FredPeyer

        Thanks Renzi, true, it is a lot easier to talk than to do. But at least we can try.

        • Renzi

          Gotta love a trier. You have dreams and it's great you can share them with us.

        • P.H.Rose

          Just so bloody good
          Fred... I can see
          Myself in every word
          You wrote.....

          • FredPeyer

            Thanks P.H., you made my day!

          • Michael Edwards

            Don't wait - go out and meet it - great work.

            • FredPeyer

              Thank you Michael, I will, I did.

            • malubotelho

              I so can relate to this poem. We are always waiting for next time. For a better occasion, for better words. To someone to love. For approval, for understanding. We are like ghosts procrastinators. Waiting to the moment that we can no longer lift a finger. I loved the way you put it. So true.

              • FredPeyer

                You are so right Malu, and sometimes, unfortunately, we wait until it is too late.

                • malubotelho

                  Yes. Time flys and leave us behind.

                • Louis Gibbs

                  Life is what happens while we wait for just the right direction to reveal itself, isn't it. Good poem, I enjoyed, Fred!

                  • FredPeyer

                    Here is what Robert wrote in his great poem about quotes:
                    Jim Lovell: There are people that make things happen, There are people that watch things happen, and there are people that wonder what happened.
                    Fits perfectly, don't you think?

                  • poetboy123

                    This poem is incredible, thank you for sharing it with us!

                    • FredPeyer

                      Thanks so much poetboy!

                    • onepauly

                      this poem speaks wisdom

                      • FredPeyer

                        ....but it was written by a fool!

                        • onepauly

                          I don't believe so.



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