Why Do I Wait
Why do I wait?
Why do I wait until my lovely friends are dead
before I trace to ask how well they fare?
Do I delay to reminisce those half-forgotten
plays until the leading players are not there
for fear a line or two reveal I chose to
search the roots while they moved on
to scale the heights of life’s great tree?
Though I dug deep into that well tilled soil,
there was no treasure trove hid there for me.
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