Sadly Waiting
A spiritual poem about life's effect on us.
In the garden of the twilight hour
On the top of the world, looking down
Rests one with the saving power
If only to get him to drop his frown
Come down from Mount Peace and save
As there's more of it needed than ever before
So many are completely tapped after all they gave
Leaving them headed to the grave because there is no more
Living for the moment that they meet the sweetest surprise
Save them from having to see that tomorrow
They pray not to have to open their eyes
And continue feeling all this sorrow
Not that they can give up and quit the dance
Their faith in something better coming never lost
They pray for the gods above to give them one good chance
Promising everything they have, no matter the cost
Step up and help the grieved souls today
Give them what they need the most
For no matter what it is they say
They're just tired of feeling they're toast
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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