Waiting is not a kindred spirit of mine

I do not get along with it nor do I want too

I get gravelly like a rough road

That irritates rather than soothes

Expectations and reality do not

Ride well togther

They jostle each other

Pushing and shoving the have their own way

In the end there is no winner

For each must take a backseat to

Disappointments and loneliness

Along with a big dose of uninportance

With self-pity riding shotgun

Emotional bridges loom ahead

They must be faced then crossed

One at a time, step by step

For to not forge ahead no matter

what may be coming means

Stagnation of spirit and soul

Leaving only withered hopes behind.