We await…

 

The pond awaits the stone,
The calm awaits the storm and as the storm clouds meet,
We’ll wonder, we’ll ask, we’ll regret.

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The sail awaits the wind,
The chart awaits its course, and as our way we make,
We’ll wonder, we’ll ask, we’ll regret.

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The reader awaits the book,
The plot awaits its twists, and as our pages turn,
We’ll wonder, we’ll ask, we’ll regret.

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The play awaits its cast,
The scene awaits its curtain, as our house lights dim,
We’ll wonder, we’ll ask, we’ll regret.

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The song awaits its riff,
The singers await their cue, and as the intro dies,
We’ll wonder, we’ll ask, we’ll regret.

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The traffic awaits the light,
The bus awaits its stop, and as we all alight,
We’ll wonder, we’ll ask, we’ll regret.

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The mouse awaits its click,
The screen awaits its touch, and as our Servers whirr,
We’ll wonder, we’ll ask, we’ll regret.

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Our menu awaits its order,
Our food awaits its cook, and as our waiters gather,
We’ll wonder, we’ll ask, we’ll regret.

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Our feet await their boots,
Our boots await their path, and as our path is set,
We’ll wonder, we’ll ask, we’ll regret.

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Our love awaits our country,
Our country awaits its fate, and as it comes to pass,
We’ll wonder, we’ll ask, we’ll regret.

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©Keith Murphy