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This poem was inspired by a journal entry. I was rereading the entry and realized that with a little revising of the words there was a poem. Which only goes to prove that poems are all around us just waiting to be discovered in unexpected places.

WAITING....

Waiting...always waiting.
Waiting for the curtain to rise on a new day.
Not knowing what the play is about or who the actors are.
Not knowing what my lines are and wondering if I will flub my lines.

Waiting...for something good to happen..
Waiting not realizing how blessed I really am.
Waiting...not living in the here and now.

Tomorrow things will be better.
Tomorrow...always tomorrow.
Tomorrows...finally coming to an end.

Waiting for the curtain to rise on a new day...
Wondering if perhaps this will be the last performance.
Wondering if I will waste another day waiting instead of living.

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