Waiting For Love

Waiting For Love

©2001 by Bud Lemire

 

Here I sit, waiting for love to arrive

To enlighten my spirit, and make me feel alive

For loneliness and sadness, are my company here

In my soul there is pain, in my eye there's a tear

Everyone has priorities, that always come first

And I know things will get better, before they get worse

But for now, I must make my spirit whole

For I know in this life, I have a special role

I will keep busy, and let the days go by

And do my best to carry on, do my best to try

I'll sort through my past, as the future moves ahead

And make some changes, and sew where I'm lead

In the hopes of the day, when my love does arrive

To make me feel much better, so I can feel alive

My history of people making promises of love, and

never showing up to prove their love. Loss of my

Mother, and saying goodbye to my Family Home.

This was my “I will go on” and “I will survive”

poem. Sometimes writing about something can

give you strength, after releasing it from your mind.