I spend a great deal of time waiting
in rooms so named
in lines that never seem to move
for old Godot who still hasn’t arrived
for the peace and prosperity
the politicians love to promise
for the light to change to green
when I am running late
for the rain to stop when
I want to be outside
for someone to find the fountain of youth
for my hair to regrow on my bald head
for the next war to begin somewhere
for the Second Coming
for someone to put Humpty Dumpty
back together again
but I cannot figure out which
is likely to happen first
so I’ll keep on waiting.