"Waiting"

Mostly about someone I know...

Seconds tick-tock by;

tides change.

 

Sands drip through the hourglass;

the earth revolves.

 

Digital numbers flick through their sequence;

people are born and people die.

 

You tell me you're waiting,

waiting for your life to begin.

 

You say now doesn't count;

wait until you're older and out of this godforsaken place.

 

You say you can't wait to live,

truly live - - the way you dream of.

 

You say, "Wait until the day that

they can't hold me back anymore."

 

But I'm confused - -

 

If you're waiting for your life to start,

 

What have you been doing for 16 years?

Author's Note

It just bothers me when people focus only on the future and ignore the here and now.

Reviews

[Polly Lewis]

Very nicely put...
Life is a precious gift to be lived and cherished every day. However, it is not always easy. Our dreams drive our ambition and sometimes we get lost in their raging currents and forget to enjoy the here and now. Your poem serve's as an important reminder!

[SweetPersephone]

I think it fits the prompt perfectly and I really liked it when you read it on Monday. :) My favorite bit is the end because, in my opinion, you're not really expecting it. Keep up the fabulous work!

[Andromeda]

i completely agree, but i have to admit--i'm a procrastinator when it comes to important things in life too. i really like this prompt, makes me wish i would have could have come to the meeting yesterday.
i like this poem a lot, but there's one thing i'd suggest: the first two stanzas, instead of making two separate sentences w/ periods, use semicolons--they just work nicer for things like that, though i have no idea why...
thanks again for your reviews on OWN and Anomaly, etc.