Tap. Of finger
Rapping on wood
Impatient and restless
Waiting.Fidget uncomfortably
Shuffles feet
Looks at muddy school shoes
Still waitingStates at people who sit
On chairs too, hard backed
Engrossed in phones, but too
Waiting.The hands of the clock goes round
And round, losing precious time
Both our time and its time
For even a clock must stop one dayYet still waiting.
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Ah hi guys.
This is a poem I wrote when waiting for the bus
Sorry if it sounds terribly out of point and rather random
I was just very bored
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Tears Of The Rose
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