The Wait.
There once was a woman who lived in the woods. Her husband went away, for his country he stood. She sat on her porch Just rocking away "He'll be back soon" She continued to say. Weeks went by And months rolled on Not a single "I love you" No letters at dawn. Her friends lost touch Her garden died The dust collected And soon she would cry; "My hair's gone gray, My skin has sunk, What's left but this chair, My lost time and that trunk? She slowly crept over And opened the lock Inside was nothing, No memories, just junk. She sat back down With a horrible frown, Looked up to the heavens No prayers, no sound. "My entire life Has come, and gone And here now I sit No answers be found. How could I let Some handsome man be The one thing in this life That could have made me? I once was a person With love to be given But in the end seems My love has been stricken." The old lady rocked and rocked and