This is a poem I wrote on May 2, 2011, and it's from the point of view of a speaker who has to wait for something that they're really wanting.
Anticipating is running high
But the time seems to drag on by
I'll be glad when the wait is done
Because having to wait is just no fun
They say good things come to those who wait
But why does it feel so late?
What I wait for should be here soon
As I wait, I'll whistle another tune
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