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