I am waiting in line, waiting to be served,
Waiting for my cup of coffee
Until the coffee is cold
I take a number and wait for it to be called,
Standing there with my hands in my pockets
As if I have nothing else to do
Or no place else to go
Until I get what I was waiting for
Waiting in traffic, waiting for the light to turn green,
I stare at the places I am waiting to get to
Waiting to punch in, waiting to punch out,
Waiting for my instructions
Watching and waiting for something,
Waiting for something to do
Watching the ladies in waiting
Waiting around
I am waiting for the bus,
Reading the newspaper while I wait
Wondering how late the bus will be
Waiting for the doors to open,
I talk to someone else waiting there
As if we hadn't come for anything else
Long waits, short waits,
Passing the time,
Waiting in the cues of ticket lines
The delays and the traffic jams
And the waiting rooms
We sit around waiting for things to happen in
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Author Notes
This is a poem in which the word waiting transports us to all kinds of situations in life, all kinds of places, and we realize how much time we spend waiting around in our lives, and how much anticipation is a part of life. Indeed, it can be said that anticipation is the better part of the experience. and it builds character estory
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