till the clock tick tock begins to rhyme,
I wonder where the patience comes
to wait for the hour, to wait for the chime.
Still we wait, wait, for day, for night
for love, for hate, for smell, for sight
for honor, for revenge, for luck, for help,
for health, for wealth, for right for might.
Waiting is our favorite game,
we love to wait all the same,
when life ends in waiting,
who in the world will take the blame?
Waiting, waiting, then waiting some more
We while away the chances galore,
then one day we ponder, when times are up,
why didn't I keep a score?
Don't hesitate.
It's not worth the wait.
Live your life.
Face your fate.
*pardon me... I am down with jaundice. This is just a frustrating attempt from a guy who is fed up of NOT doing anything.
