I sit
And with a dismal sigh
And eyes wandering
Wondering of such days to come
Days of glory
Days of beauty
Days that we live to see
And still I sit
Waiting for those days
Watching each opportunity pass
The next person stands and one takes their place
But surely they all stand and travel on
All while I remain
In this dark abyss
My time
My time will come
Surely it must
Until then
I sit