The waiting room of life

Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak

I am stuck in the waiting room of life
And I still hear only these words:
“tomorrow, just wait a little bit more,
I am very sorry”

Days go by, and I’m still waiting
Time, however, won’t wait at all
Already next autumn returns
Another winter is gone.

I am waiting
I can’t breathe
I’m dying waiting
You promised to love me, darling
Of what are you afraid so much?
I can’t understand it at all.

Now my hair changes into silver,
And my health fails me
I long to get out of the waiting room
I want to go for a long walk
And enjoy birds twitter again
So, do love me or go away,
I won’t wait for another single day.