Waiting
Waiting
I wait and wait and wait and wait some more;
I wish my friend would come so we could play.
I wait and wait and wait; it’s such a bore
And such an awful way to spend the day.
I sit and wait but nothing seems to change
Except the sun, which moves across the sky
I sit and wait; it seems a little strange
To sit and watch the day go slowly by.
I think of all the games I might have played
And all the books I think I could have read.
I think of building, things I might have made
And all the waiting I have done instead.
So while there’s still at least a little sun
I’ll go outside and have a little fun.
Impatience
Impatience
Last month I found a tiny little seed
And planted it inside a little pot.
I gave it all the water it could need,
And put it in a warm and sunny spot.
I waited all day long, but nothing grew;
I got so bored just staring at the dirt.
I had a million other things to do;
Besides, just staring made my poor eyes hurt!
Today I see my little seed has grown,
But sadly it’s an ugly little twig.
I wanted flowers, but I should have known
That all I’d get were leaves that weren’t too big.
My mother says the little plant will flower.
So I’ll be kind and give it one more hour.