I wait

Waiting for that person

I sit, I wait, I stare out into the sky,
How alive birds must feel to be able to fly.
But I cannot get off this swinging porch chair,
For if I missed you again, it would be too hard to bare.

Seconds, minutes, hours, straight to years,
I sat with sadness, until no more came any tears.
But I continued to hope, it was all I had,
To others this dream sounded a little bit sad.

My skin turned to wrinkles, my hair turned grey,
When my legs went from arthritis, I can't quite say.
My vision blurred and I was given thick glasses,
I still sit and wait, while my body turns to ashes.

I've always been known to be stubborn and yes maybe I am a fool,
But no one explains that life can be extremely cruel.
Maybe I should have given up and I should have moved on,
But my heart was never truly that strong.

You will be to me always worth the wait,
Though the hour has now become very late.
I can feel my mind start to break and fade away,
But I will continue to wait here on this porch until my very last day.