WAITING FOR THE FAT LADY

    

I feel so awkward,
agitated, trapped,
But I feel that way
even when alone.
I checked my watch
while everybody clapped.
Why aren't you here?
I hate it on my own.
What's all this ruckus?
I can't comprehend what's funny,
tragic, planned coincidence.
It just goes on and on.
When will it end?
Repeating louder
doesn't make more sense.
But human nature
tweaks the line of life.
In every trial, marriage,
death, and birth
We seek a graceful arc
to give us worth,
As if were living tales
of joy or strife.
They're lies. All lies.
Its years since you've been gone.
I don't know how
I keep on keeping on.

Reviews

[thecoolone52]

yeah, i really like this... i thought it was gona b about sports... but the orginality and theme kept me reading on

[Cold Coffee Magazine]

Bravo! I love this for the perseverence it teaches us. A very good write indeed!
Great one Glen.

Dave