WAIT! ….. so they waited, all their plans deferred Waited, so long that many gave up On ever finding any sort of place in the sun But others shouted in despair, until their throats were sore Still others had unfortunate encounters, caught, though they ran Not wanting to fill a spot in the precinct, to be treated like a piece of meat Hoping that soon it would be over That they might again someday, take a stroll in the summer air so sweet But the heart sagged With the awareness of still bearing that load And so …………… some exploded *A golden shovel is a poetic form in which the last word of each line comes from a pre-existing poem (or section thereof), to which the poet is paying homage. The resulting poem is said to be "pulled" from the original poem. |