Hurry Up and Wait!
We must wait.
Can’t be late.
We must accelerate.
Hard not to stress,
wondering why, I confess,
we’re in this mess.
Early departures avoid distress.
What terrible angst it creates
to be five minutes late!
Waiting…Earth we could circumnavigate.
After endless wait, we celebrate.
Good outcomes justify the wait!
Copyright© 2022 by Cheryl Batavia
Robert’s cataract surgery went well yesterday, and he has started to see improvements in his vision. Thank you to my fellow bloggers for their encouragement and good wishes. It means a lot to me. ❤
I wrote this poem to distract me and pass the time while I was waiting for Robert’s surgery to be completed. The form is a ZIGGERAUT: two lines of two words each, three lines of three words each, four lines of four words each, and five lines of five words each. The rhyme pattern is aa, bbb, cccc, ddddd.