Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Poetry: 19 June 2013

I'm sitting here and waiting,
wishing I was part of something more.
My world is full of blandness,
nothing new knocks at my door.

I'm sitting here and wishing,
wanting skills to sell.
My fingers darting across the keys
have nothing new to tell.

I'm sitting here and wanting,
wondering what could change:
put a spin on all my greys
to add some color to my mane.

I'm sitting here and wondering,
waiting for that chance,
hoping that I hear the cue
to get my turn to dance.

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19 June 2013

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