While you were Waiting poem by David Michael Jackson

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While you were waiting
she was sleeping.
While she was sleeping.
I was wanting,
yearning,
without cigarrettes I have no perceived angst.
Take the pill.
These modern times go down
with the pill.
Why cry?
The world will go on without your poetry.
Why try,
and yet trying is what you are about,
going there,
coming here to
type
again, knowing others will read,
maybe they will try too.

As the universe was expanding
and burning out
he typed these words
on a computer
screen.

Let’s make it a good ride!

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