I stand in the rain waiting for my bus and in the bus I wait for my stop. I get let off and go to work where I wait for the day to end and then go home, waiting for the bus, of course, and my stop. And at home I read and wait for my hour to go to bed and I wait for the day I can retire and wait for my turn to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PURPLE COW by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE DAUGHTER OF MENDOZA by MIRABEAU BONAPARTE LAMAR KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE CHARACTER OF HOLLAND by ANDREW MARVELL TO JANE: KEEN STARS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SUNDAY UP THE RIVER: 15 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 49. THE ENGLISH RACE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |