It's another weird one...!

       <<<----  Back to Poem Index....

       Back to Index....    ---->>>

                 Fed Up With Waiting

If we don't know where we came from
How can we know where we're going?
And how can we know where we've come from
When there is no way of knowing?

Our amnesia's understandable
We've been around so long that
We've forgotten how to tell the difference
Between right and wrong.

It's as if we're all just waiting
For events to reach a head,
But if we keep on hesitating
We may well all soon be dead.

But I'm fed up with waiting
And though it might sound dumb
I'm restless with impatience
For the day to finally come...      


                                                                               MTJ    1.99