Waiting, again
Life is but a waking dream,
Surrounded by a fitful sleep.
We stagger around, to get Life started,
But it’s over, before it’s begun.
Me? I’ve been ambushed by the setting sun.
What, then, shall I say of this day?
That I lived, I loved, I met with friends,
But Mr Godot did not come,
Even though I waited,
Waited until the very end.
Mr Godot: he sees me from above,
A deity of parental love…
“Ah! My son is sleeping yet,
I shall wake him in a little while.
He’ll tell me of all the troubles he’s got!
Some dreams he may have remembered,
But most of them, he will have forgot!”
John Botterill
Fri 6th Jan 2023 07:43
Thanks so much Holden. Your comment is great and means a lot to me 👍
Thanks for the like Manish.