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
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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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.
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!
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 🙂
Thanks Renzi, true, it is a lot easier to talk than to do. But at least we can try.
Gotta love a trier. You have dreams and it's great you can share them with us.
Just so bloody good
Fred... I can see
Myself in every word
You wrote.....
Thanks P.H., you made my day!
Don't wait - go out and meet it - great work.
Thank you Michael, I will, I did.
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.
You are so right Malu, and sometimes, unfortunately, we wait until it is too late.
Yes. Time flys and leave us behind.
Life is what happens while we wait for just the right direction to reveal itself, isn't it. Good poem, I enjoyed, Fred!
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?
This poem is incredible, thank you for sharing it with us!
Thanks so much poetboy!
this poem speaks wisdom
....but it was written by a fool!
I don't believe so.
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