A vague sense of foreboding,
A thought that is nagging ,
Riffled through this field of thought
This waiting time has come to naught.
Mulled by seconds ticking, on the clock
If only this impatience I could hock.
I'd take it to a pawn shop and
Get all that it was worth,
And spend it All on fun and mirth.
But alas it has no value
So there's nothing I can do
But sit in idle waiting
Until this all is through
............................JMF 10/7/14
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
A vague sense of foreboding,
A thought that is nagging ,
Riffled through this field of thought
This waiting time has come to naught.
Mulled by seconds ticking, on the clock
If only this impatience I could hock.
I'd take it to a pawn shop and
Get all that it was worth,
And spend it All on fun and mirth.
But alas it has no value
So there's nothing I can do
But sit in idle waiting
Until this all is through
............................JMF 10/7/14
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