Yeah, it’s true . . . most of life is waiting.

Waiting For a Lifetime

Waiting for a diaper, when things are helpless
for a bottle in the giddy giggling time
for my mom to come and tuck me in
for my friends, to talk into the dark
for my dog, when he was lost and I was scared

For puberty and hair, where hair’s supposed to be
for adolescence, not knowing what it is
for a date, that wouldn’t keep me on the edge
for adolescence to get over, will it ever?
for someone to tell me it’ll be okay, someday

For a job, that’s half as good as Charlie’s
for friends to call, finding the phone is off the hook
for someone to love, anyone with breasts will do
for marriage to take away my loneliness
for divorce to take everything that’s left

For the end of the month, this one’s been a bitch
for the first of the next, to see if things smooth out
for the last car payment they never seem to end
for the next new car, another payment book
for happiness, knowing it’s not a time or place

For understanding, the real thing for the real me
for quiet time, so I can get a handle on it all
for life to explain itself somehow
for death, it needs no explanation

Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection


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