While I Was Waiting

Poem By Shail Raghuvanshi

While I was waiting
an entire generation grudgingly passed me by.
One moment I was enthusiastic, ecstatic -
the next, I discovered
I was left uninformed, disillusioned,
entangled in the vicious weeds of my past.
Where did my present disappear?

While I was waiting
spring suffered my presence
and transformed into chilling winter.
Pale white replaced fertile green and sensuous orange.
The black strands of youth whizzed passed
to reveal a tired wise mane of silver.
When did I grow older?

While I was waiting
I stumbled, loved, lived life.
Waiting, I mused, wondered, appreciated existence.
Mothered, befriended, hugged reality.
Waiting, whining, wishing, working
I stepped into the illusion called life
And, discovered the real Me!

Comments about While I Was Waiting

Very nice. I liked these lines the best: I discovered I was left uninformed, disillusioned, entangled in the vicious weeds of my past. Where did my present disappear? This appears to be the first poem that you have posted on this site, so welcome to Poem Hunter!


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