Waiting

The clocks clicks,

The time ticks.

Silence mocks,

Til toll tocks.

And still I am waiting.

The hour chimes,

Quiet sublime.

Drawing the line,

Reclaim what's mine.

But still I am waiting.

The days have all gone,

And last hope foregone.

Yet I stay upon,

And think of beyond.

For still I am waiting.

The years they all go by,

So many that I cry.

Now I await the time,

The time that I shall die.

And still I am waiting.

And still I am waiting.