Waiting
Is waiting ever worth the pain?
Whilst I wait, I walk away
I wash my hands because there is nothing else to do.
There comes a point when waves subside
And then I must decide
Is this too much waiting I have to do?
I need Divine intervention to give me a clue.
Whilst I wait, I walk away
I wash my hands because there is nothing else to do.
There comes a point when waves subside
And then I must decide
Is this too much waiting I have to do?
I need Divine intervention to give me a clue.
Key Words : Inspirational, divine intervention
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This alliterative poem is about critical times in life and how waiting is more painful than the crisis in play.
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