MEANWHILE (a poem on waiting)
The rain is pouring
The sky is dark
There’ll be no hills to climb today
There’ll be no seas to cross
But I’ll sip my coffee
and I will be cozy
and enjoy the cool wind
blowing by
meanwhile.
The land is plowed
The seeds are planted
Yet harvest time has not arrived
But I’ll watch the sunset
and my fields of gold
and I’ll take
a sweet little nap
meanwhile.
Yea for those who wait
for their tomorrows
let none then waste
of their todays
For all is well
and all is fine
for those who pray
and smile
meanwhile.
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