“What do we want?”
“A prompt!”
“When do we want it?”
“Now!”
“What will the prompt be?”
“Don’t know!”
“Why not?”
“Because that is how life is when you are having a conversation with yourself!”
“Oh.”
“What do I want… what do I really want?
hello? Anybody out there?”
A tumbleweed rolls sedately across my mind, then is gone.
The big day arrived;
the day I’d waited for
for a long, long time.
I’d sent off my rhyme,
to the address that was given;
and awaited the kudos,
the cheque…
I waited,
and I’m waiting still.
Still I wait,
as a waiter should;
and here’s a tip –
waiting is good.
How long should I wait,
and for who,
what and why?
Where should I draw the line?
When to do so, I can’t define.
Perhaps now
would be the moment
to.
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