Waiting
Waiting for my first kiss, to be old enough to drive,
Always rushing, impatiently I waited to fall in love.
If somebody got in my way, it became a game of push and shove.
Three kids tried to slow me down. Oh, dear God above!
I rose to the top in a hurry; no time to simply be free.
Now, looking back at all those years, I think I’m beginning to see
Grown old, gray and alone now ~ there's nobody to wait for me.
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Contest Name: Wait, waiting, etc.
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