Waiting Until Forever

by

Phil Pochurek

My butts just a memory
Of what it use to be
Now instead of holding my pants up
It’s the flattest part of me.
If only my stomach could look that way
If only my hair wasn’t so gray.
My body’s just a memory, a shadow of yesterday
When I was young.
I don’t do much running anymore
I’m not in a hurry to get out the door
There’s really no where I can go I haven’t been before
Without getting lost.
The days all seem to blend into one
Only the weather changes with or without sun.
I wish I were home I wish I knew someone
Who could remember me, remember something I’ve done
But they’re all gone, they’re all gone.
All back to the one.
They’re names without faces lost in my past
They’re all just memories with no shadows to cast.
All the people in my life that I once knew
Have all gone and left me without leaving a clue
On where they went or what I’m suppose to do.
What am I suppose to do?
So I’ll sit in this chair and wait for a sign
I’ll watch out the window for them I’ve got plenty of time
I’m happy just to be here in my place in line
Waiting until forever.

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