Death
It waited on the corner.
So you decided to make a right.
You decided that walking would not do , so at the corner you got on the bus.
You arrived at your destination a little late, but there all the same.
You walked on, and then you realized you were not alone.
We, you are now called, and its a joy to hear that term.
We, smile a lot now, because now we are three.
We no longer wait for the bus, along the way we got a car.
We smile as we drive, the outside world appears safe.
But there on the corner it sat.
We said we are glad school is over and the wedding is next week.
We are now two, but we smile as we walk.
We plan to move and be safe.
It no longer sits, but now it stands.
It has waited and now there is no time for a right.
And now we are you and the it no longer waits.
Copyright © Gloria Williams | Year Posted 2011
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