On waiting…

You know the road by its name

In fact

You remember every face it brought and took from you

You have lived long to tell the tales burned down and smoked out with the asphalt

Yet, you. Still. wait

Your hair has turned all grey

You see the tree you once swung from

Now turned into a paper you write your memoir on

Yet, you. Still. wait

Time knows you

And your children by name

It ticks past you every day

Yet, you. Still. Wait

For a better side of your story

Image: Geremew Tigabu