The Long Wait by Dashez

I pace up and down,

Check the clock and frown

And drum on the crate

as I wait.

The clock ticks slow

My patience runs low

But I do what I hate-

I wait.

“Pal, is it time yet?”

I ask as I fret.

And he says “No mate!”

so I wait.

The sun has set

And the birds have left

It’s gotten very late

but I wait.

Then I hear the whistle blow

And I see the train slow,

My heart is overjoyed

while I wait.

She rushes down to me

Looking happy as can be

And I know it was sure

worth the wait!