I sit patiently in my car
my wife getting PT not very far
from my quiet perch in the parking lot
in a place next to a handicapped spot.
The chimes on an old church singing their song
loudly every quarter hour all day long.
Some days it rains and some days it is hot
and sometime I must go use the pot.
I read a little with radio on
and recline the seat at my first yawn.
I can write poems like I’m doing now
or look out the window and show a smile.
An UPS store is open across the street.
An Adams store beside it would be neat
UPS and Adam would catch your attention
and be easy for your brain’s retention.
I remember when we used to date
I’d let her out of my car and wait
as she did shopping and other such things
and I listened as the eight track sings.
I’m not saying I always wait on her
she wait for me too so that’s not a slur.
The many hours we’ve waited is not bad
it shows that our marriage is not a fad.
I hope I can wait for her for many years
sometimes with laughter and sometimes with tears
and she’ll wait for me whenever I need
because at our age there’s no need for speed.
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Newfie Hugs, Rose
How many of us suddenly discovered that the butcher across the street from the parking lot was next door the watch shop?
Waiting...that's the way to go se the world around!
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