Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

February 3, 2008

As We Waited

by Santana

Every day I sit here and wait
I wait and wait and wait
until someone comes to pick me up
But here I stay day by day
as the days go on
I can’t feel as if anyone is coming
so I finally gave up and left
when I did, he came along
He saw I wasn’t there
So he waited and waited just as I did
He finally gave up
and what does he find?
Me, waiting for him to welcome him in
and all he said was
“I waited too long for you,”
and walked away

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