Waiting

Waiting for the day to come

Of happiness and joy and

All that's bright

Is long. And tiring.

Unforgiving.

Instead lives this struggle of

Today and tomorrow and the

Glimmbers that sparkle

Midst the gloom.

It's too short, this life,

To live it in waiting,

For a future that's forever

Round the corner.

And yet, here we are,

Siting and we're waiting

And reflecting and becoming

Whole again. For that too

Is worthwhile, for a period

To let the future open to you.