While I wait.
For my fate.
I have a date.
A date with doom and gloom?
I hope not soon.
In between I wait and wonder.
My heart is torn asunder.
I live in hope.
I don’t need rope.
This seems rather sad.
I like glad.
But then I’m mad.
Fools rush in they say.
This is a good day.
I asked for a receipt but you did not give me one.
I gave you a tip, have fun.
I said I would pay at the desk but you walked away.
Do you never listen to what I say?
A poem is never finished it is abandoned, said a poet to me.
So you came back and said my receipt is on the bar.
Can I walk that far?
Later still you left it on my table the receipt, not a bill.
So okay things are not as bad as at first appears.
Postpone your tears.
Then I sold a cd of me singing for full price, ten.
He said his ninety-two year old mother will listen to every word, when.
Then I sold another to a woman who lives across the street.
Good to meet.
She will pay at my front door.
I have one foot on the floor.
So all in all so far a good day.
All things come to he who waits.
Our postman does not shut gates.
1st September, 2017