the wait

three quarters for the opening, the pain more
three halves for the balance, stumbles galore;
one more for the notes, she is the first
some more for the weight, and start of the Karst.

a revolution ahead, for the holding of the words
of twenty six kids, with fruits, toys and birds;
united chain of kids for two more, kindergarden
the worthy more, for the uno charming damozel.

six go for the label of future, two for teen,
the hormesis and the change, for things keen;
magic unwields, few escape weight of the skin
and the wait till, choice of the right fatale.

the work and the little, the lag needs sinew,
wait and the begetters, share the ontogeny;
some for the youth, the one seems so erstwhile
so much for green pulp, and wait for the kale.

more so, for dexterous mind and southpaw hand,
tad bit, for the vernal to replace your moxie;
and a shade, for the fellowship of your shard
a long one not, to close at the gates, with pixy.

from opening to the close, for previous the wait,
with words and the search, wait for the future jade;
behold past, behold future, the wait for the both
in small wait for next opening, what all thy doth!


all through our life, its much like we are waiting for something.. on something..
something of the past, something from the future, better.. something other than the present...

the wait alluring us to believe something ought to be better than this...
every following stage, we are waiting for the next, future, or holding onto the past..

born, learning to walk, speak, journey, education, friends, mates, teen, other half,
work, kinship, knowing, applying, old, seen all, thats it and back to born..