I Must Wait

Time has not kept its promise to me

It came and went like yesterday’s wind

I once was useful as could be

Now I sit here where grasses bend

Each day the voices still pleasantly ring

Of happy days that were well spent

 That old hayloft meant everything

The animals were always so content

A place to lay their heads at night

Those pesky chickens I miss more

 Many things were never far from sight

Coming and going through that big door

I lay hold upon many enduring things

Bitter winds and rain have come my way

Children’s voices still flies with earnest wings

And many old timers kneeled down to pray

Now I too, like any old timer must lie

In wait for someone to walk in

To tell my stories and not question why

So I can draw strength from it time and again

© Susie Swanson, 2013