Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Boughs of Sweet Fruit

Wait for you mother.
Wait for your father.
Wait for Friday.
Wait in the Rain.
Wait for an answer for a sought after job.
Wait for a date.
Wait for a knee drop.
Wait for baby.
Wait for baby #2 and #3.
Things catch up.
But wait where has the time withdrawn?
We were young but now our youth's gone?

So we watch 
others wait.

I say now,
savor your youth.
For its like a bough 
covered in sweet fruit.
Bending in the Spring of life.
Make haste young heart.
Don't doddle in superfluous strife.

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